WILLOW THE WICKED PT 3

With my bandaged butt, booby-trapped toy box, stolen toys, I thought I was done for the day.  I thought I could breathe easy for a spell, but nooooooooo, Willow The Wicked had other ideas.  There I  was in the backyard waiting for Magoo to go for a walk.  I'd let my guard down in my anticipation of my favorite activity.  Magoo had attached the retractable leash to my harness and was donning her walking backpack when the Evil Queen of Feline Evilness (that'd be Willow) casually, but very deliberately, swiped a paw over the leash knocking the contraption to the ground. 

OH MY LORD!  The bang scared the beejeebusses out of me.  I looked behind and didn't recognize the leash as Magoo had tied an empty poop bag onto it.  It looked like a zombified orange and yellow rabbit with plastic ears.  I took off doing the 100 yard dash faster than any Olympian of ancient or modern times.  But, the doggie-eating zombie rabbit was hot on my tail, breathing fetid carrot-breath down the scruff of my neck. 

I ran and ran all over the yard in terrified circles, big eyes full of fear looking back every so often to see if the zombie had gained any ground on me.  Magoo was cackling her cackle laugh and saying something that sounded reassuring. 

Reassuring, schmeassuring.  I've seen Dawn of the Dead and you don't stop when there's zombies about.  Magoo finally caught me and showed me that the flesh-eating zombie rabbit was only my retractable leash.  Boy, did I feel foolish.  Still, everytime I see that leash, I get the tremblin' willies.

I'm plotting my revenge against Willow The Wicked.  Suggestions are most welcome.  Diagrams too.  Please send asap for today I noticed a copy of Soldier of Fortune magazine in Willow's kennel, along with a recent photo of me, and a postmarked envelope addressed to Killer c/o Mercanaries4U!  I see also that someone has sent an email to ACDC29@dirtydeedsdonedirtcheap.com

 

Comments

[GAIL]

very funny write up!!!