I'm not a Clydesdale, I'm a rhinoceros, but for some reason the
neighborhood kids call me Bigfoot. I think that's unkind just cuz
I wear size 14s, am 3 foot shoulder to shoulder, and hate to be
It's all about that cursed tooth I found on the beach.
Ever since I've had this strange craving for lichens and new spruce
needles. I mean growing 2 inches past age 50 is plain unnatural.
That's not to mention the unsolicited advances from female sasquatch
while hiking in the the deep forest. It's plum embarrassing what with
me being a married man.