Usually, I miss or forget one story, but this time I totally brainfarted with two.
Here they are:
TOM
Badger and Bolin weren’t the smartest tools in the shed. What they lacked
in brainpower they made up in steadfast loyalty. Even though Bolin was
heisted to make the 100-mile trek through Grubber’s Swamp he matched
Badger’s led right into the pit of Unending Suck. “Well I guess this is
the end,” sighed Badger. “No my end is at the bottom of the pit,”
countered Bolin. “Then we’re saved,” cry Badger and scrabbled up Bolin’s
shoulders. Pulling his friend to safety, they lay exhausted on the ground.
“Maybe 100 miles is a bad idea, lets do rocky road instead.”
BONCHANCE
Pablo the black and white springer spaniel was devastated.
His best friend Espi, a cute furry mutt has moved 100 miles away.
They licked noses late last night, and said their goodbyes. Pablo was all alone.
He sprawled out on the grass looking up at the sky, pondering how he could endure the 100 mile trip alone to be with his best mate.
He worried about his pristine soft paws, gently cared for by his wonderful owners, they would not endure hard pavement for 220 kilometers.
Pablo rolled over nuzzling the patch of grass Espi last stood on and whimpered.