It all began Friday on a routine trip to Peggy’s Cove. The wind was whistling. The sea was angry.
All of a sudden, following a quick fish and fries, I found myself instantly questioning my choices.
On the road home, I then saw a burning building out of my peripherals so I sped over immediately to investigate. Trampling through side roads, back roads and even off roads I noticed the entrance to the building was blocked on all sides. The only way in was to go full Tom Cruise from the bridge conveniently elevated directly above.
As I ran up the bridge, I noticed that were at least six boxes of kittens on the roof. I immediately dove to save them.
I wrapped them under my arm and as I belayed upward, I then noticed that there was a blindfolded chipmunk tied to the tracks of a roller coaster. Crazy, I know!
So I quickly placed the kittens down safely and headed for the coaster I jumped on and noticed that there was a rip in the little guy’s blindfold. Perhaps he could see bright images coming toward him. So I immediately removed my shirt. I knew it was a risk because it would get me banned from the coaster for life, but that’s a different story.
We barreled down toward the almost squirrel and I swiped him aside before contact was made. I saved yet another life. All true facts.
Then my stomach turned for a few days. The ER doctor said I had severe food poisoning and I took a few sick days off.
The end.
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