So....the little woodchuck, Moonshine, after telling the amateur preacher to get a job, gets off the train.
He waddles down the platform and, needing some fresh air, finds a staircase that goes up.
A bit dazed by all that's happened on "his" day, he finally gets above ground.
The street sign reads 89th St. (though he can't read...never got that far with no child left behind...he was).
A car pulls up and the door opens. He doesn't know where he is, how he got there, or what to do next. It all seems like a dream sometimes.
He gets into the car. The door slams.
The next thing he knows, he's getting puched in the stomach!
"Why??", he screams in his helium voice, "Why??"
"This is not a verse in Kumbaya!"
Thump! "Take that you little rodent!"
Before little Moonshine passed out from the pain, the signs showed he was on his way to Madison Square Garden.
Little tiny golden gloves were already being taped to his tiny paws.
to be continued....
Happy woodchuck day
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