“Somebody’s gotta mow this lawn, & perd it, I’m not hesitating anymore,” Ram announced, his bugle horns raised high.
The crowd gasped.
“¡It’s too dangerous!”
“We don’t have a choice,” Ram said grimly.
They stepped back as Ram returned to his 4 feet & leaned his mouth down toward the fur.
He started chewing.
They heard the low screech o’ a rusty engine. ’Fore he could respond, Ram was flung far ’way by a huge furry monster.
Far outside, the fleshy creature stared down @ his world as he reached his arms out.
“Come here, Patches; time for your bath.”