I was asleep
by the time Harley came home, so we caught up the next morning.
"It was my pooper!", he proclaimed with a voice that conveyed both relief and a sense having been probed in an alien manner. "The Xrays showed that I was super full of poop!! I was consti-pooped!"
"Wait, what? Really??" I asked with a spine tingling blend of envy and surprise.
"Yup! No acorns, no pancreatitis, no allergic reactions or anything - my pooper was just full of poop! The vet said I should have remembered to drink more water on the long drive to our new home. I was shivering and panting because I was in pain, because when you have that much poop in you, well, you know, it hurts. And yeah I could not tell u either why I was still pooping even though I was constipooped, but there u have it. Or should I say, there it was, all over the..well, let's not talk about that part. Apparently an enema does not mean what I thought it meant. "
"Wow, that is so scary, to think that your own poopie could do that to you. I have always thought of poopie snakes as our friends, but I guess they're friends only if they don't overstay their welcome! Hey now that you're all empty, let's ask mom for a snackie!"
"Yeah I am famished!"
Well there you have it, a tale so scary and real it had to be told. This Halloween, drink plenty of water, my friends, and avoid a visit from the grim pooper.