Panting raggedly, Dexter did his best to bar the door.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! He's gonna be here soon." Looking around, he knew the perfect hiding spot. All he had to do now was lay low.
As the barn doors busted open, wooden splinters flew everywhere.
"Come out. Come out, little pig. I can't wait to make you squeal."
Walking around to the bales of hay, he was blinded by headlights and deafened by the roaring of an engine.
"MEET MY LAM BOR GHINE MA' SHINE!"
Three bales of hay shot out the chute. One decorated in crimson red.
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Comments (10)
I don’t know if I will ride on a bull, lol. I still want to live 🤦🏽♀️🤣😂
Oops. Get outta the way of the bull.
Ah, I love your sense of detail and knowing obscure shit. This was great!
LOL! Does Lamborghini (I almost couldn't spell it even though I'm Italian 🤣) really make these things? 😅
Oh, them horns're gonna' hurt! Great story!
🤣🤣👏👏 And what?? I had no idea they made tractors!
Hahahahaha this was hilarious!
This was Awesome Thavien!!
Great micro, and the title is slamming good!
Dang! What a way to go!