Surprise!
The adoption/rescue shelter had claimed Joel’s newly adopted pet was a variant of the long-tailed, short-legged Cock-a-Poo, but after a trip to the groomers, Joel was having doubts.
The adoption/rescue shelter had claimed Joel’s newly adopted pet was a variant of the long-tailed, short-legged Cock-a-Poo, but after a trip to the groomers, Joel was having doubts.
As part of a political inducement at election time, the locals had been promised all the alfalfa hay they could eat all winter. Turns out the hay feeders were as empty as a politician’s promise . . .
When the photographer from Texas asked to take Bruce’s picture, promising to send him a print, he thought why not? Upon reflection, he thought that it would probably end up in National Geographic, the photographer getting big bucks, and Bruce getting nothing but a copy of the magazine and a photo he could frame . . .
Enrique, not the sharpest knife in the drawer, had been told by his friends that if he wrapped his antlers in aluminum foil he could pick up AM radio and that way not miss Rush Limbaugh or Sean Hannity every day, and he might be able to get some of the AM oldies stations. He had two concerns: Would he miss NPR on FM, and would the foil make him an ungulate lightning rod in a thunder storm . . . ?
Andy was tired; no, worse, he couldn’t bear another April fools’ day joke. He was pretty sure his wife hadn’t left him for a clown, was pretty certain his boss hadn’t fired him and hired the same clown to replace him, and the clown hadn’t sold his children to wandering gypsies . . .
When men in suits knocked on Kevin’s door, showed government ID’s and said, “We’re here to help you,” he could think of only one response. . .