May 27, 2010

Author: Daniel

The dog, finally released from the rope which had been holding it to the post, ran off yelping and limping just a little.

I turned to my friend, who was grinning inanely at his actions, and grimaced at the memory of what had just transpired.

"Well that certainly was an interesting use for a banana. Now go wash your hands. And burn the banana."

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