The Title Fight

I was out in my backyard with my buddy Steve...the stegosaurus. Steve was munching on some nice soft moss, and I was collecting some dandelion greens for dinner.

The ground shook. Never a good sign. Lucky for us, I had the back gate of the fence latched. I watched in horror as Tony, the T-Rex , crushed the gate with his enormous right foot. (Note to self...call the fence company and complain. What good is a gate that doesn't keep things out?)

I sprang into action...grabbing a hunk of Steve's skin, and propelling myself onto his back. "Ouch...those spines are sharp!"

I barked out the orders to Steve. "RIGHT NOW...STOP BEING A PLANT EATER! BE A MEAT EATER! GO FOR HIS KNEES...AND...IF YOU GET A CHANCE...PLAY DIRTY...GO FOR THE CROTCH!!!"

Aware of my balance...I boxed with those short arms of the T-Rex. The arms aren't very long, but they're deceptively strong. Dodging it's GIANT head, I got lucky and was able to bend back one of the T-rex's fingers...just as Steve connected with Tony's groin.

The T-rex let out a huge roar, and...with his tail tucked between his legs...slithered off into the back forty. Tony bologna...this rex is a phony.

You may wonder why the background looks like the base of my front picture window. (Just coincidence.) You may also wonder why I'm fighting in my church clothes. (If I'm going to fight...I want to be well dressed.)

The good thing about making an imaginary picture is trimming off a little of my stomach...lopping off part of my big head...and putting a look of confidence on my face instead of a look of complete terror. I'm glad I missed the time of the dinosaurs. Would have been scary.