It was when Amy was in so much pain that

It was when Amy was in so much pain that she lost the ability to speak that she regretted ticking the 'no drugs please' box on her Birth Plan. The midwife told her that

she'd be fine, this was all very natural, just keep breathing through it. But Amy felt somehow along the way evolution had gone horribly wrong. This couldn't be the best way. Labor

Day was just god awful. Amy preferred Easter with it's strange salute to the Pagans. But Amy was running. She was always running. That's because he was chasing Amy.

Finally he caught up to Amy. He tagged her & screamed "You're IT!" then laughingly ran away. Amy stood there, dejected, rejected once again. Thus began Amy's obsession with

living in a plastic bubble. "No one will violate my personal space ever again," Amy said. He laughed at her. "Oh Amy, you're still IT. You can't tag us in there." She rolled at him

His wife had been eating bear mush when the doorbell rang. The cheetah was spazzed out after eating a rabbit in the back yard. The rabbit's wife wept and rang the doorbell. After

that there came a loud roaring from behind the fence.

My next door neighbor was mowing the lawn and singing with his headphones on. From the other side of the fence, I waved to get his attention. "Yoo hoo, Mister

Neighbor Man! We haven't really been introduced. Hi, I'm Melvin. Could you please shut up so I can work over here?" He smiled, drove through the fence and punched me in the throat.