There was a dog named Shakyr'a. She loved

There was a dog named Shakyr'a. She loved to chase squirrels more than usual because she could climb trees.

The neighborhood provided a number of different kinds of trees for her. The fir trees that lined the street were difficult for Shakyr'a to climb. One day, she attempted to

climb a flower. She just squashed it in her first step. Unfortunately the flower had been growing on an old anti personnel mine. Shaky'ras legs blasted into a hundred pieces. Blood

spewed everywhere and covered her surroundings with a thin glaze of her own blood. It was only a matter of seconds before she lost consciousness and seemed like days before she

found herself pushing a baby rhino trying to be born back into it's mother. She didn't know what she was doing but she knew she was doing it wrong. Then her hands were twisting the

menus she was holding and her table was staring at her. She realized she'd been out cold on her feet again, hallucinating from the poison toad juices her brother gave her. She

woke groggy what had he done to her. She felt for her organs. All there. She checked for her stocks and bonds. All there. But where were the keys to the Maserati. Curse him! So she

climbed aboard her Piper Arrow and flew over the town. Sure enough, she spotted him speeding away in her Maserati. She brought the plane down low and leaped in through the sunroof.

oranges, peeled by the bananas, and pied by the apples. There was no where to run. Our antihero would finally admit that he was no match for Madam Chiquita.