Thick fog covered the valley, making it impossible

Thick fog covered the valley, making it impossible to see anything more than a foot in front of him. George's eyesight was poor at the best of times. He squinted, moving slowly

at 1 metre per hour, which was top speed for George's age. 'Oh darn!' George thought as he lost his footing and tumbled down the foggy valley, like clothes in a dry cleaner's.

You might have thought it would hurt, but as he rolled, he started thinking it was quite fun. George tucked in his arms and legs to increase his speed down the hill. At the bottom

there was an intersection. George didn't make it in time for the light. His buddies looked on in somber memorial from the top of the hill. "Well," said Benny, "I guess it's time

as he pressed the gas pedal to the floor and drove as fast he could avoiding 2 other cars from the direction. As he approached the intersection in town her turned off the road and

hit the GPS. "Turn left at the next... oh, jeez." She ducked down in her bucket seat as he swung the convertable under a jack-knifed trailer. "CAN YOU JUST LISTEN? TURN LEFT!"

"No broad is gonna tell me how to drive!" his head yelled as it was severed by the truck's undercarriage and thrown down a steep embankment. Emergency surgeons worked all night to

try and replace it. First, the tried a monkey head, which was too small. Then an elephant head, which was too big. But finally, they attached a

Wolf Head