The Cheeky Kite Runner
JLOne day I went to an art museum in San Francisco and was admiring a painting by John Sox Park- I noticed that he JFpainted a line of green along the outside corners of the picture which, to me, seemed abstract, and discouragingly so. I decided to get my purple marker out to perfect this work of art.
CJThen I got mad and balled it up and lit it on fire. After that, I threw it on the ground, then got a new kite and went to fly it. But KJthe kite broke, so I threw it down. I started running and running and got sick. I had to get to Care Now and meet with Dr. Care. What the blank- Doctor who?
LADr. Care was an awesome doctor, who only worked on patients who were hurt flying kites. He asked me what I was doing flying kites into telephone lines. He analyzed my MFbutt to see if there were any strange, unusual markings- he found none. Next he looked up my case file to see what other doctors had said. They all said the same thing: Me 'This cat has no history of butt-brandiosis and will never need to be treated for cheek-chaffing.' I was relieved and threw a grand old party- getting a nice smiley face tattooed on my rumpus.
The End
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PS- Wow, CJ! It take mad skills to throw a museum painting to the ground after balling it up and setting it on fire! I think you may have a strain of anarchy deep within that gentle spirit of yours. That only makes sense. . . . anarchist-cop. . . opposites attract! :o) .
Note: See this post for an explanation of how these random tales came about!
Note: See this post for an explanation of how these random tales came about!
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