A (Unfortunately for everyone involved) true story.

Once upon a time, there was a wiley beagle who came down with stomach troubles.

He threw up all over the bed and the floor.

The next day, he threw up (massive quantities) again.

His stomach gurgled as though an angry bobcat was attempting to claw its way out.

He threw up YET AGAIN on the third day, which was mistaken for poo because it was brown and--how you say--NOT QUITE SOLID BUT ALMOST. (He hid behind the bed when it was discovered, as he seemed to understand its poo-like resemblance.)

Later that third day, the beagle was taken for a walk, as it was nice out.

He stopped along the way to do his business, and....

A PINE BRANCH CAME OUT OF HIS BUTT.

The end.


Wasn't that a heart-warming story? You're welcome.