“No, boss, you don’t understand! He climbed up and ripped me out of the cab! I know he’s still doing the job right now, but he’s heading right for the orphanage!”
Meanwhile the concussed bear continues to lay at the foot of the tree he slammed into on his bicycle, whilst onlookers smile and walk on in the false belief that he’s napping.
Mysterious orphanage fires are a matter for the courts. We don’t want this tried in the media, Jonkins!
That rabbit is Shaking Hands with Danger
Poor dumped driver.
His lady constantly complained his jokes were always falling flat.
I don’t get sleep paralysis very often, but every time I do I am sleeping in the position that that sleepy bear dozer is in.
He looks pretty content but I wonder if internally he is petrified that Richard Scarry (Scary) is looking down at him with glowing red eyes.
Then stop sleeping on ya back, what the sweet and sour heyll, scared the shit out of me in 50 words. Shit ramped up to a new place.
“Night terrors” is a crazy terminology for something but I think it is probably very well earned.
A bit of poetry.
