With his hair like a mop my dog ran along, us both deciding on when we were too tired and would need to stop.
After we did, my dog lifted his leg and urinated on the pants of a man carrying a wrapped and mighty long narrow.
The man let fly his black shoe and kicked out at my Larry-McGoo, but found my fist at his jaw before he had time to swing fully through.
The parcel did drop, and a rifle fell out. A terrorist flag wrapping it safely and snugly until it was to be used.
I patted Larry-McGoo, he had saved us and many more, and was so awarded the medal of honor and given the reward of being able to chew the man’s shoes.