Tough Guy

I'm a tough guy.  The other day, Albert, Locke, Ludendorff, the Sand Crane, Horatio and Mountbatten decided to have a wrestling match to see who gets the title, "Tough Dude."  Now, you'd think they would have organized the event into separate matches, but they didn't.  Plus, they invited me to compete too.  Now, normally I have enough sense to know not to wrestle with a bear, tiger, hippo, crane, shark, and elephant.  But, that day, I had just eaten green beans, and I felt as big as the Green Giant on the can mom showed me.  So, I decided to join.  Locke shouted, "Commence!"  And, everyone just piled.  It was ridiculous.  There were fists.  Horatio wasn't allowed to use his teeth.  Mountbatten got Albert in his trunk and kept him dangling there like a Christmas ornament.  It was "sick," as in way cool.   Locke took a few feathers from the Sand Crane.  The Sand Crane pecked Ludendorff in the rear.  Ludendorff then sat on the Sand Crane.  Do you know how much a hippo weighs?  Yeah, neither do I.  But, I know it's enough to leave a permanent imprint of a hippo's hiney on a sand crane.  I'm a tough dude, but I definitely underestimated my buddies' strength. Needless to say, I didn't win, but I wasn't the first to call "Calf-Rope."  That was the Sand Crane, but he was so flat that it came out sounding like this, "MRRMM-OOE"  Come to think of it, I don't know who won.  Apparently, this is a daily activity when I run errands with Mom.  
Here are some pics of my battle scars.  I wear'em with pride.

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