Mickey Charleston washed his greens in the

Mickey Charleston washed his greens in the tap water, as never he could before. He wanted his knees to smell like peanut butter, but that would have been too posh for the likes of

his knee-licking hound dogs, who were used to slurping Mickey's scabs, for Mickey Charleston's knees had taken a beating over the years, pleading with the EPA to improve tap water.

Although dog's normally have bacteria fighting saliva, Mickey Charleston's scabby knees grew inflamed and oozing like two monstrous pomegranates. To his dogs they smelled like

victory and Mickey C. had to lock his dogs outside to get some peace. He put some ice on his swollen knees and took stock of the situation. After some soul searching, he made the

decision not to call the hospital, instead bandaging the wounds himself. The hospital staff would be too suspicious. They would ask about the dogs of war, and it would all go down

the poop-chute from there. They would find out. So after bandaging his own wounds hisself, thy thundered through the garden of gnomes and grabbed a garter snake by the bosom

"One." A rustling betrayed the sudden disappearance of several timid birds. "Two." A small mouse, this time. All hiding. Why should he wait to have fun? "Ready or not, here I

"... We waited in hiding for him to finish but he never did. After a few seconds of silence Miles whispered, "What happened? Did anybody see what happened?" McManus said he thought

that the world had ended, but it turned out it was only a story. This story. Now, as the end approached, Miles wondered what it was all for, but McManus had no answer for him.