Step after lumbering step, the beast came closer. I stood helpless, transfixed by its unblinking beady eyes as its dagger-sharp claws pounded the earth with each thundering step. At last, the creature bellowed out “Grr! I am scawy monstah and I demand cuddles!”
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I will cuddle all the wombats if it will prevent a wampage, er, rampage.
Me too!! Do you know where we can apply?
Are they on WinkedIn?
Nicely done! π Meanwhile, I’m sitting here wacking my bwain to come up with something clever. π
My conclusion: I’m no NTMTOM. π
Don’t you mean “cwever”?
I stand cowwected.
I’m starting to hear this thread in the voice of Barry Kripke from The Big Bang Theory.
Wes! Me twoo!
Ahhhh! Oh nooo!! Run towards it! Run towards it!
Oh so scawy!! I’m quaking in my boots. And this PLUS the comments has unleashed another fit of silent laughing. Everyone hear sounds like Elmer Fudd or Barry Kripke.
Glad theyβre not called Whambats!
And oodles of cuddles this wombeast would get, if only I was there to scoop him/her up and squeeze and bop the nose.
Waughing at evwybody’s comments, gotta dwy the teaws! I do wuv me some wombeasts! Xo to this one!
I will accede to those demands!