A Happy-Go-Lucky Dog

"Trouble in Traffic"

The other day I was on my way home from work when
the most remarkable thing happened. Traffic was heavy
as usual, and as I sat there at a red light, out of nowhere
a bird slammed into my windshield. If that wasn't bad
enough, the poor creature got its wing stuck under the
windshield wiper.

Just then the light turned green and there I was with a
bird stuck on my windshield. Without any other apparent
options, turning on the windshield wipers seemed the
only thing to do. It actually worked.

On the upswing, the bird flew off, and here is the crazy thing...
it slammed right onto the windshield of the car behind me.
No, it didn't get caught under the windshield wipers of that
vehicle, but the car behind me was a police car.

Of course, knowing my luck, immediately the lights went on
and I was forced to pull over. The officer walked up and told
me he saw what had happened at the light. Trying to plead
my case fell on deaf ears. He simply stated: I am going to
have to write you up for flipping me the bird.

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"A Happy-Go-Lucky Dog"

Trouser was normally a happy-go-lucky dog. He would
chase tennis balls, play with other doggies, and eat his
dinner without a fuss. He was a dog without a care. But
on that fateful autumn afternoon, it was to be different.

Trouser's owners were walking him along a trail at the park,
when suddenly from out of the bushes jumped a man all
dressed in black. He had white paint on his face, and was
gesturing annoyingly at Trouser's masters. This strange
person spoke not a word, but proceeded to pretend that
he was trapped in a box and that he was pulling on a long
rope. Seeing the sheer horror on his masters' faces, Trouser
took it upon himself to rectify the situation. With a low growl
he jumped and sank his teeth into this annoying pseudo
clown's leg. Trouser immediately got a sickened look in his
eyes and began to vomit wildly. He then dragged his tongue
all over the ground in an effort to remove the man's foul
essence from his mouth.

For Trouser had learned that .... a mime is a terrible thing
to taste.
Received on Sun Nov 28 09:02:30 2004