Pedro was playing in the dust when he found

Pedro was playing in the dust when he found a little pot. "Buenos días, Pedro. Place a peso in me & I will answer any question you put to me." "¡Alas, I have not a single centavo!"

The pot then left, disgruntled, muttering something about cheapskates and street urchins that upset Pedro quite a bit. That day was the day he decided to start a movement that

would shake up Wall Street. Pedro and his 81 million followers would build Lego forts around the building and start a new city. No one would ever humiliate him again. Pedro

turned sharply towards his millions of followers. "I can't do this anymore"' Pedro said. Silence fell accross the masses, and all that was audible was his graceful beard fluttering

in the intensifying wind. A Cat 5 hurricane had formed out of nowhere and now threatened Pedro's disillusioned herd. The rain pummeled his screaming followers as they trampled over

Three nuns and a whole lot of chickens, breaking their eggs, on the way to shelter. The chickens came after them with meat cleavers, furious. Pedro was killed by a rooster.

The rooster had been shaken when he was still in the egg. When he ate Pedro, the rooster thought himself Pancho Pollo, the hero chicken of the revolution. He cockle doodled his vic

-ious exploits one more time before his head was removed and the rest of him ran around the barnyard spelling out "Viva la revolución" in his own blood. Pedro said that he tasted

Like a mixture of poultry and fear. The headless body ran around for many weeks, getting all kinds of media attention. It ran out in the middle of a football game, highjacked

the Goodyear Blimp, & did a commercial for Col. Sanders with the slogan:"It's a no-brainer!" having overlooked the clause about epitomizing the ad.It winded up licked off a finger.