shipwreck
Student
- May 7, 2020
- 155
I'm seven feet tall and made mostly of wood. Adults usually flee at my approach, but children think I'm some kind of anime character and follow me around. My diet consists mainly of raw eggs, which I eat shell and all, and peanut butter which I lick from the jar with my long prehensile tongue. My wooden digits aren't much good for typing so I dictate to Steve, my sentient chihuahua, who taps away at a tiny little keyboard made just for his cute little paws.
The other day I was stumping around and my foot got stuck in a gopher hole. While I pondered my predicament a gang of beavers approached with nefarious intent, hungrily eying my lower appendages. I summoned my strength and leapt straight into the air, catching hold of a rope dangling from a hot air balloon which, to my ineffable joy, happened to be drifting by at that very moment. I clung to the rope until my strength fled, letting go of the rope and landing in a splintered heap. Limping my way home, I soon mended myself with the help of a tube of glue and some sandpaper.
So that's my story. What's yours?
The other day I was stumping around and my foot got stuck in a gopher hole. While I pondered my predicament a gang of beavers approached with nefarious intent, hungrily eying my lower appendages. I summoned my strength and leapt straight into the air, catching hold of a rope dangling from a hot air balloon which, to my ineffable joy, happened to be drifting by at that very moment. I clung to the rope until my strength fled, letting go of the rope and landing in a splintered heap. Limping my way home, I soon mended myself with the help of a tube of glue and some sandpaper.
So that's my story. What's yours?