Whenever I see a cop, I run away.
And I don’t mean I run a little. Nor do I mean I subtly make my exit.
My eyes go wide, I stop where I am, I let out a little yelp and I book it.
The cops, obviously, give pursuit, and in general they catch me. I’m wrestled to the ground, cuffed, and led to wherever they’ve parked their police car.
They wind up having to let me go each time, of course, I’m not wanted for any crime.
I just need a source of aerobic exercise.
And a little excitement.
Cool! Maybe I should try that ...ReplyDelete
Souds like good sport to me. :-)ReplyDelete
Sounds like a good sport to me. :-)Delete
(Sorry about the typo on my first comment)
Sure, it's all fun and games till the cops get pissed off and plant evidence of a real crime on you. [Not that any of them would really do that....]ReplyDelete