The Micro Adventures Of Amy The Hunter
Following an afternoon day hunting down defenseless deers just enjoying God’s shaded sunshine Amy put a pitchfork into her adventure that came up empty.
“No bucks to bring home today,” the lady warrior screamed entering the cottage kitchen. A second passed and she realized no one was at home.
Going to the refrigerator the family member who made the dough opened the door and the light revealed nothing except a garden salad decorated in breadcrumbs.
Removing it the adolescent felt reality’s message stating her daily work input did not meet the steak and potatoes criteria.
Somewhere in Venison, Italy, Millionaire the crime dog followed breadcrumbs in a cold cut case ending in today’s stake out. While enjoying a Russian dressing costumed garden salad, he observed a female assailant aged legal using a pitchfork to communicate with Bambi a potential victim.
“Millie,” yelled the radio, “do you see what I see?”
“Yeah,” the highly paid detective replied, “Amy the Hunter and Bambi are going at it.”
“Dangerous play on the playground,” the internal affairs voice spoke.
Leaving only Millie to say, “thank goodness they are not old enough to own firearms.”
As the cover model entered the questioning room Amy the Hunter stared him down and the FBI windbreaker jacket.
“So, when did you start communicating with pitchforks?” The Federal employee asked.
“When my brother Butch Sundance and I started marketing our breadcrumbs for salads,”
“How much did your breadcrumbs make?”
“They paid to fix the hole in the wall,” Amy retaliated.
“What was the hole in the wall for?” The agent continued pressing before feeling a pain in his neck.
Watching him fall Amy smiled, “now you know,” she exclaimed while escaping stage left.
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