saved
Since you were so heavy, the dog keels over and dies. Dave and Barbara
call the police. "I don't know how he ever fit in there,"
one cop says to another, as they are cutting the dog open. "Hey,
kid, are you all right?" another cop asks you. "Other than
the fact that I'm covered in intestinal juices, and I have about 15
broken bones, I think I'm all right," you reply in a shaky voice.
"We're gonna have to find whoever owns that dog," says the
first cop. "I think there was another one," you say.
"He fell in that ditch over there and died." "Hey, this
licence tag says 'Buffy' owned by Bertha Fattifatladi!" Says a
third cop, reading the tag of the pitbull. "Sounds like some fat
lady" says the second cop. "No, really" says the first
one sarcastically. Now lets get this kid to the
hospital!"
