One day I was walking along with my new pet gopher.  That's right, new gopher because my first gopher died when a chicken with huge teeth attacked it on another sunny day.  But that's another story, this story is about my 2nd pet gopher.

This gopher had a problem.  He had mad cow disease, which is an odd thing for a gopher to get, but he had it anyway.  It made him foam at the mouth.  So I decided to call him Lucky.  Grufaloaflhll-Lucky! (as he would pronounce it)

Well, this particular sunny day we were walking along down the sidewalk, as we often would do, when we came across a tree.  Naturally I had to stop to let Freghalhplall-Lucky to do his 'business'.  After he had finished eating that small family of chipmunks we were off again, walking along the sidewalks and green grass.  After such a large meal it was only right to have desert.  Only there was a problem, we were on the wrong side of the highway.

So Rlafhigrrvcllll-Lucky and I strolled up to the side of the highway.  After looking both ways I noticed a large semi coming fast.  I turned to look at Trgfeplell-Lucky for his opinion.  He looked at me and boldly stated "Riheasehgpll-Lucky thinksh we cans make itsh".  Now hear me out, never take highway-crossing advice from a gopher!  Vrrrwhoosh!!! That truck missed us by only inches I tell you!

Anywho, we went to get some ice-cream.  I ordered a good ol' vanilla cone, while Rhitayelfpghll-Lucky ordered chocolate.  Little did I know at the time that gophers are much like dogs in the way of chocolate.  Poor little Hgirfpwvclll-Lucky.  So I buried him in one of the flower pots sitting outside the building.

And that's the story of my second gopher Firshclrwll-Lucky!

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