Words cannot describe the heroics and danger related to the rescue of puppy in peril Sassy, and so they have not been included. Instead, you must rely on the following: as the alligator lunges forward, Sassy wisely tucks in her tail (remembering from nature shows and alligator safety videos that the puppy tail is one way that an alligator can drag you to a watery death) and stares in horror at all of those teeth (all of those dirty, dirty teeth that have never known the good that a thorough cleaning by a toothbrush or little bird can do). Before she can be taken by the jaws of death (seriously, I don't think she'd survive that first bite), Mark leaps into action, grabbing the nearest log he can find, giving the alligator a good, hard shot to the mouth while Bob takes the initiative and scoops up the helpless puppy. Hurrah! The day is saved! Hurrah!
Or maybe not. Seeing the plan fall apart, Ray takes drastic measures and steps out of the surrounding foliage, gun at the ready (see, he isn't afraid to kill puppies or have little children witness the gruesome deaths of their adoptive fathers). With the appearance of Ray, the pieces finally fall into place and Mark realizes that Bob has been in cahoots with the poachers all along, and for the first time in his life, Bob actually admits the truth, but it's a little too late for Ray, who decides to cut Bob out of the operation once and for all. (I guess he was sick of carrying him and giving him a cut of the profits when all he did was whine and complain and refuse to grow a pair of awesome sideburns.) Things don't look good. Mark has apparently lost that log he'd been holding and Rusty, Sassy, and Bob are pretty much useless in situations like this. The only one possibly enjoying this is that random swamp bird (which might by a heron) that's high-tailing it out of there. Could it be heading to the court of the Avian Empire to bring news of Mark's imminent demise to its deranged leader the Cuckoo?
Words cannot describe the heroics and danger related to the rescue of puppy in peril Sassy, and so they have not been included. Instead, you must rely on the following: as the alligator lunges forward, Sassy wisely tucks in her tail (remembering from nature shows and alligator safety videos that the puppy tail is one way that an alligator can drag you to a watery death) and stares in horror at all of those teeth (all of those dirty, dirty teeth that have never known the good that a thorough cleaning by a toothbrush or little bird can do). Before she can be taken by the jaws of death (seriously, I don't think she'd survive that first bite), Mark leaps into action, grabbing the nearest log he can find, giving the alligator a good, hard shot to the mouth while Bob takes the initiative and scoops up the helpless puppy. Hurrah! The day is saved! Hurrah!
Or maybe not. Seeing the plan fall apart, Ray takes drastic measures and steps out of the surrounding foliage, gun at the ready (see, he isn't afraid to kill puppies or have little children witness the gruesome deaths of their adoptive fathers). With the appearance of Ray, the pieces finally fall into place and Mark realizes that Bob has been in cahoots with the poachers all along, and for the first time in his life, Bob actually admits the truth, but it's a little too late for Ray, who decides to cut Bob out of the operation once and for all. (I guess he was sick of carrying him and giving him a cut of the profits when all he did was whine and complain and refuse to grow a pair of awesome sideburns.) Things don't look good. Mark has apparently lost that log he'd been holding and Rusty, Sassy, and Bob are pretty much useless in situations like this. The only one possibly enjoying this is that random swamp bird (which might by a heron) that's high-tailing it out of there. Could it be heading to the court of the Avian Empire to bring news of Mark's imminent demise to its deranged leader the Cuckoo?
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