After forty hours on my feet, lying down

the air & crashed through the window landing in the hydrangea bush. I was lucky I didn't lacerate an artery.The crazy thing is after my brain blew, I never felt better. I got up

, scratched, and looked around. It seemed I'd lost about 85% cerebral capacity, rendering me in the approximate arena with a golden retriever or pigeon. I was quite happy and ran

around the yard, bobbing my head & rolling in the grass on my back. Ah, summertime. I forgot all about...well, I forget, but it meant nothing to me now. Wait! What's THAT?!

I felt something on my back from all the rolling around and trying to enjoy summer. It was like a stodgy dense lump on my back, it felt heavy and a little wet, I could feel juices

Being jelly at what was happening to my skin. When the pus started flowing freely my lovers started to reconsider those 30 centavos I gave them.

They demanded their money back but it was too late. My pet tiger, Tony, mauled them and his cousin, a leopard changed his spots simultaneously. Tony's spots looked great on his

new Frosted Flakes cereal box. However, Tony looked a little...

sad as he looked it over. They had removed the funny puzzles from the back of the boxes. He liked playing those quite a lot. Oh well, there was only one thing left to do.

As he put it away, he looked back, tears filling his eyes, but not crying. "Maybe sooner or later, he thought" But as he was walking away, he saw a piece. The corner piece.