Humorous Stories
I sit up and stare at the tree. It's coming over? Part of me knows I better get out of there, fast, but my body refuses to move. My brain is saying, "go," but my body's just not getting it.
Sure enough, the tree starts rustling, and I think I'm going to faint now, just check out, when a long skinny leg emerges from the leaves. That leg is followed by another. Both legs are clad in striped socks. Seriously, red-and-black-striped socks.
The legs dangle for a moment and then an entire body drops to the ground. There is nothing else for me to do but scream. I close my eyes, throw back my head and howl.
On their third day in Paris, Miss Murphy said, "I'm sorry to leave you again, Pierre. Today is my only chance to visit the Louvre Museum. The poodle show is tonight, and tomorrow we leave."
Enough! thought Pierre.
The moment the door closed, he slipped under the balcony railing, slid down a café awning and leapt to the street below.
With or without Miss Murphy, he was going to climb the Eiffel Tower.
On their third day in Paris, Miss Murphy said, "I'm sorry to leave you again, Pierre. Today is my only chance to visit the Louvre Museum. The poodle show is tonight, and tomorrow we leave."
Enough! thought Pierre.
The moment the door closed, he slipped under the balcony railing, slid down a café awning and leapt to the street below.
With or without Miss Murphy, he was going to climb the Eiffel Tower.
