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I've never been able to express myself fully.

  • I've never been able to express myself fully. All I rely on to communicate is my charming good looks, my purrs, and occasional meows. This was one of those moments I wished I could

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  • break dance. There was cardboard. Graffiti. Dudes with leather gloves. Chicks acting tough. If I could just spin on my head I could go with them. But I was only a cat.

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  • Not a member of the Whootee Owls, the most notorious gang in the woodland. I, a mere stray cat,could only watch in awe as the Whootee Owls perched menacingly overhead, just waiting

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  • So there they were, the owls and the pussycat. And a piggy with a ring at the end of it's nose.

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  • The piggy was punk and had "Pigs are pigs" tattoed on his porkskin. He wore spiked platform shoes and smoked Canadian cigarettes. When the owl told the pussycat what a lovely pussy

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  • cat he was and how much he liked to eat pussycat the feline grew wary and hired the punk piggy's Porcine Protection Police as bodyguards. Mr Owl had been around the block and knew

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  • that he was doomed. There was no hope for him. Only joining Witness' Protection and changed his name to Darnell Turner and get a turtle.

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  • Myrtle The Turtle was his constant companion for the next 55 years. She stayed with Darnell Turner until his death at age 96. They had a youtube channel with 10,000 + subscribers.

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  • Russell the muscle turned his screen off disgusted . He angrily muttered "Myrtle the turtle" over and over with his hands in his pockets; sleeves up against the cold.

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  • Myrtle the turtle didn't appreciate Russel's name calling and soon they frenzied into a fist fight, punches being thrown and a crowd gathering. Myrtle had won.

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1 Comments

  1. LordVacuity Jan 14 2017 @ 15:44

    So the aftermath did not weigh on his mind at all.

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