As you drive through the flourishing town (you can't even call it a town... let's go with 'Domestic Gathering of a couple homes in one general area') of Burr, NE, there is a cute red house on the northwest side. The people that live there own the entire block, so they can have "pasture" for their llama/goat/sheep-ish looking things (I honestly have no idea what they are). Anyway, there are about 6 of these little 'creatures', and when ever I drive through Burr, they are all out in the road. So I honk and they all go waddling back through the small whole in the fence, except for the pudgy one. He waddles back to the fence as well, but when he realizes that he can't get his fat 'creature' butt through the hole, he runs back to the road! This crazy creature has almost been run over multiple times! (Mainly by two fairly tall people who pay no attention to the speed limit in residential areas...cough...Mom and Dad....cough). I feel so sorry for this poor little fat 'creature'! Lately, when I drive through Burr the same thing happens, except the fat one isn't there. I think the owners ate him! It almost made me sad to not see the fat little 'creature' waddle around in the road. I, feeling a little emtionally touched by the fat 'creature', kind of hope he comes around again.
P.S. A+ for using a participial phrase in that last sentence! We happen to be 'disecting' those in English right now, and I happen to be ignoring my English homework to create this post. :)
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