So I'm minding my own business...when I go outside to walk my pooch and discover a watermelon! Oh my! ::gasp:: Where could this have come from? Who leaves poor melons out by themselves. Like the kind hearted person that I am, I take it inside to care and love for it.....
Oh he's such a goofball. I decide to name him Tom, because he reminds me of Tom the Tuba. Soon this little guy will start tuba lessons, once I find one his size. He likes it in my house and decides to stay.....like I would have given him a choice.He felt blah, so I gave him a face.
Yeah...be jealous of our friendship. You wish you had a watermelon to talk too. They are great listeners who care about your feelings.
The End.
The End.
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