Bradley and Kenneth were on their afternoon stroll through the country side when they stumbled upon a dilapidated automobile."Boy howdy!" cried Bradley in merriment. "Look at this hunk-a-junk! I bet we could fix it up into a real hot rod! Once the engine works we can paint it a nice bright red!"
"But Bradley," Kenneth sighed. "I'm a Crip."
"Blue!" cried Bradley. "I meant a bright blue!"
"It's too late. I'm sorry son."
As the gunshot echoed through the cool summer air, a family of bears feasted on the most delicious berries.
