My dog fiercely hunts bees, hornets, wasps,

My dog fiercely hunts bees, hornets, wasps, and yellow jackets. Once, she got cartoon face. What is she afraid of? Flies! When she sees a fly, she hides under the bed.

And under that bed, she, my dog that is, rolls over urinates all over. My dad wanted to kill her. "Why I oughta drive that dog a hundred miles away and drop her off."

My dad was like that. Full of threats and then give you the shirt off his back. I decided to take my dog to obedience school and show my dad how responsible I was. The first

thing I did was drive the 80 miles out to the obedience school only to discover that I forgot to bring the dog. On the way back I ran into a flock of sheep while playing Pokemon Go

and found myself prodding the screen like all hell in order to extract a Venusaur out of the thick wool of one of them. The screen splintered after a while, predictable devices

always do that. But from it's shards, a Venusaur hatched before my very eyes. It made a harsh sound as it yawned and blinked it's sticky eyes, but I could not resist it's flowery

protrusion. I placed my hand on the bright fuchsia petals, which were still sticky from egg membrane. The Venusaur looked up at me with wide, trusting eyes.

"Venu! Venusaur!" Her soft words ravished me with guilt. I pretended to sneeze into my hands, not having time to wipe the slimy egg on my clothes. I had to replace the eggs somehow

. A light bulb appeared above my head, which I smashed over the pokemons head to end its misery. Sleep well, princess, I cried, realizing I could have used it as an egg replacement

in my pancake recipe. I wonder what they'll taste like eggless. That's not even a word, says the squiggly red line, maybe you meant legless? I did not. Pancakes don't have legs.