motd

In the Old West a wagon train is crossing the plains.  As night falls the wagon train forms a circle, and a campfire is lit in the middle.  After everyone has gone to sleep two lone cavalry officers stand watch over the camp.

After several hours of quiet, they hear war drums starting from a nearby Indian village they had passed during the day.  The drums get louder and louder.

Finally one soldier turns to the other and says, "I don’t like the sound of those drums."

Suddenly, they hear a cry come from the Indian camp:  "IT’S NOT OUR REGULAR DRUMMER."

-- from the motd (message of the day) on my slackware linux system