Author's Note- I don't really write humorous pieces so this is my feeble attempt. I find my self to be a serious writer, not a write about anything in the universe writer. So, please don't throw rotten tomatoes at me if this does not amuse you.
Whack!
It’s nearly midnight as I slash my large knife back and forth cutting
the bamboo and other undergrowth. I swear this bamboo is more frail
than a toothpick. I am in search of Panda Bears. Everybody says
they're cuter than newborn puppies, and that’s pretty cute. I hope they
aren’t like grizzly bears because I’ve encountered those twice and
that’s two times too many for me. As I’m lost in my meaningless thought
I hear a growl, it’s subtle but it rings in my ears as I start moving
faster and faster, my heart starts to race and my palms are sweating. I
finally found them! Panda Bears! The rumbling sound gets louder as I
slash the last barrier and come face to face with a snarling black and
white beast. This can’t be a panda bear! I’ve seen pictures of them
and they look cute and cuddly but this one is burly and smells kind of
weird. I don’t remember much after that, just pain and a lot of it. A
few days later I woke up in an infirmary covered in bandages and a lot
of needles connected to bags of blood. I shudder, blood just gives me
the creeps. I’ve learned something from this little adventure, just
because something looks cute and soft doesn’t necessarily mean it wants
to cuddle; just don’t even try unless you enjoy tons of scars and
substantial blood loss.
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