 One for good luck. ;) Jimbo will set his turtle loose on you. { The Farley } "That's trademarked, don't use it."
As he finished the race, he quickly got off the stick horse and threw it to the ground in a bit of an angry manner. He was quite a sight. Covered in shaving cream with a feather here and there, his hair was sticking out in a manner that obviously said he'd just been hit by a strong wind. Except that it was stuck in that position. Because of the shaving cream. So he looked rather silly, really.
And he was wearing bright pink. With stirrups. Although his pink hat was nowhere to be seen. He had his arms crossed and he wore a frown upon his face. If it hadn't been for the feathers, he would have enjoyed this class more. But there were feathers. And annoying music. And almost EVERYBODY looked like a bird. But Jimbo hadn't noticed that just yet. He was still trying to calm down and get the image of a feather covered mutant bird Salander out of his head.
But when he finally managed to somewhat blur that image, he looked up...and FREAKED OUT once more. He was SURROUNDED. SURROUNDED by birds. They were EVERYWHERE. And there was no escape.
He screamed.
Dropping himself to the ground he curled into the fetal position.
"Please don't hurt me, don't hurt me, please! Scary mutant birds out to get me!" he cried.
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