If I had eight legs they would get stuck everywhere. In the door, in my chair, on my dresser and tangled in my pencil. I could not swim. It would be hard to get in my house too. My dog would chew them up. I couldn't eat. I could fire lots of guns. I'm glad I have two legs.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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That would be a leg for every year you are old.
You would also have to buy 4 pairs of shoes
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