After the postman delivered my little friend, I quickly swallowed him and named him Pancho. I gave him a whole back story about growing up happy but poor on the streets of Chihuahua, Mexico, until the day he learned he had been sold as a mail order tapeworm by his father, who needed a new sombrero.
All was going swimmingly with my little friend & I, as I ate whatever I wanted without gaining an ounce. I was happy as a worm with a new sombrero until Woman caught on. And catch on she did, to little Pancho, who was hanging out of my bum. Ay dios mio!
She pulled and pulled but part of him broke off and remained behind. I promptly named his remaining half Lefty. She took sweet Pancho off to the veterinarian but they couldn't revive him. R.I.P. dear friend, we hardly knew thee.
Upon Woman's return, she gave me something delicious off a spoon. I thought she was trying to make nice...
Until she started laughing maniacally and informed me that she had just poisoned what was left of Lefty. She's diabolical. And she owes me 510 pesos.
3 comments:
I LOVE to read Goonie's stories...even the gross ones. Travis and I laughed and laughed at his crazy eyes.
Aloha
By the way "Goodnight Hawaii" was one of Payton's favorite books, until Dixie decided she needed more fiber and it would be a delicious way to get it. Travis and I probably read it a squillion times. Payton thanks you for the good times.
These humans of ours are a pain in the.....well....rear!!!
Icky Poo!!
(Aren't Mexican pharmacies amazing?)
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