An Elemental Tale: The Gold Dust Kid
The Kid mounted his trusty steed, old [B] ___________. His shooting [Fe] ____________ strapped to his side, he headed out for the bright [Ne] ____________ lights of Toronto, aiming to rob the mid-day stage. There was sure to be a load of precious [U] ______________ aboard, and probably [K] ____________, too. Inhaling a deep breath of [O] __________ he coughed on the [S] ____________ from the nearby mills.  Since the [Hg] ______________ was climbing, he quenched his thirst with some H2O, tasting the [Cl] ____________ all big cities like Brockville had.  As he headed north his bones ached from [Ca] _____________deposits built
up over the years of riding the [Zn] ____________ trail.
Overhead a [He] __________-filled balloon floated in the breeze; the sun beat down like burning [P] ____________.
Soon he spotted the stage, guarded only by a sheriff with a [Sn] ____________ badge.  "Halt," he yelled. "or I'll fill you full of [Pb] ____________." The sheriff drew his gun, but alas, was too slow. The Kid's gun, blazing like flaming  [Mg]
 ______________ did the [Cu] ____________ in. Anyone who drew on the Kid should know his life wasn't worth a plugged [Ni] ______________. A [Pt] ____________  blonde riding beside the [Al] ___________-framed coach rode for her life when the Kid pulled out some [N] ____________ compounds, preparing to blow the safe to atoms.
Suddenly, a shout rang out, "Hi Ho [Ag] ___________ and a masked man on a white horse raced across the [Si] ____________ sands like [Na] ______________ skittering on H2O.  A [H] ___________ bomb would not have stopped the lawman; the Kid had met his doom. The rest of his life was to be spent behind [Co] ___________ steel bars, a warning to all who flirt with danger. Your first detention may be the initial step in a [C] ____________ copy life of the saga of the [Au] ____________ dust Kid.  Author unknown