If it weren't for that awful cow I wouldn't have ended up in this pickle. You see, when I woke up this morning my stomach hurt terribly bad so I went to take some of that pink, sticky medicine. When I got to the cabinet where it is kept I heard what sounded like a dying goose off in the distance, but upon investigation I discovered it was actually the alarm in the neighbor's house. Since I then had not only a tummy ache, but also a headache, I figured I might as well try to get the darn thing to shut up. Inside my neighbor's house I found a stray Jersey cow contentedly chewing her cud while the alarm blared in all its glory.
Stunned at the sight of a bovine inhabiting a house right next door to mine, I called the ambulance (remember that I had a headache so I wasn't thinking clearly), then I hung up and called animal control. Well, both the ambulance and animal control came ... with a police escort. When I saw the flashing lights I knew it was time to head out and find somewhere else to drink my peptobismal. I didn't have a way of escape readily available so I ran upstairs and started frantically searching for a hiding place. All that looked at all concealing was the curtains covering the attic window, but I didn't want to just hide behind them, it w as way to obvious, so I ran into the bathroom and pulled out the first thing I found: a role of duck tape. I then sprinted the window and threw open the shutter. Stepping out onto the ledge I began to unwind the tape and place long, silvery strips across one brick wall and over my body. Soon I was nothing but a sticky gray cocoon fastened to the outside wall. The police never did find me, but that is how I ended up duck taped to the outside of my neighbor's house.
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A very interesting mixture of caracters in the story. My only question is how did you get out of the duct-tape? Your story was an eye-catcher, good job!
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