The Fierce Hunter

Just before dawn, when all is quiet, the mighty hunter breathes in the scent of danger. He stalks his way across the primitive screened in porch and zeroes in on his prey. His steely eyes never leaving his intended victim, he slams his mighty paw down on top of it and begins the Dance of Death (or a strange version of pat-a-cake).

The trapped victim struggles and fights for his very survival. But, to no avail. The hunter is relentless and shows no mercy, shaking and pawing psychotically. Suddenly, a scream of terror and pain rips through the pre-dawn air. The fierce hunter suddenly turns to face his mommy, pleading with her to remove the evil pincher beetle hanging by a pincher from his lip. But mommy could not help or she would vomit, it would have to be up to daddy to help him. Daddy, a slow moving beast by nature, was not going to make it as back up in time, it would fall onto the hunter's shoulders to save the porch. He raises his proud head and with a snap! The beetle is munched!

Mommy takes an antacid and avoids the hunter's attempts at face kisses as the sun rises in the suburban jungle once more. Safe. Thanks to the mighty hunter hacking up a dead beetle in the corner.

 

lol lol lol

 

:0017: That is tooooo FUNNY! Did you write that yourself Sarge'smom?

 

Oh yes indeed. It is the dramatic recount of exactly what took place at my house this morning! Bleech! :0024:

 

LOL! I would have been shrieking for my husband as well. "Get that off my dog!! Get it off!! GET IT OFF!!" :lol:


Jamiya

 

OMG!!! How funny! You should really write a book!