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  • The T Rex came to me as a fun gift from someone. I loved it.. at age 33 , it was the first toy I had recieved, in - like- forever.. 18'' tall and verrrry life like.
    I took it to work to watch over the men,, I let it watch me do dishes, I used it to pet whisky the cat, I talked to it. and one day...It told me what to do.. so I did.

    I moved all the Mailboxes off the highway, so everyone in our little california mountain community could retrieve the mail much closer to home and not get killed while turning around on a busy highway in order to get on the correct side of the highway to approach our road..

    There were ten or so mailboxes and I asked everyone first. ( I didn't mention THE "T''--- I didn't think they would get it)( As a matter of fact, I didn't get it either) ( but he told me to wait, it would all work out- he had a plan)

    So.. That little project is done....Like I needed to do more Free work?... but, ok, I am that kind of guy.... a Boy Scout. you could tell the dinosaur was a deep thinker and believed in the Long Game.

    Months later, I found a small plastic dog in a shop..
    hmmm... I see and hear 'T' saying "'' Buy it buy it buy it" even though he is 40 miles away.

    Looks like my neighbors dog. Mathers was his name.. the dog.. The owner? not important.

    I buy the little replica and bring it home to the REX.. Since he told me to do it, I put them together.. two plastic toys,, The dog was 1/4 the size of "T"..
    "T' couldn't take his eyes of that yellow thing.. ,


    A few months go by and its spring.. and T rex tells me to mount him on top of the new mailbox I hand made
    ( like I dont have better things to do, but, have you seen the prices they want for a decent mail box? I mean its enough to drive someone crayzeee..

    so T' rex is now on top of the mailbox mounted , but removalable, in case he doesn't reallly like being outside or out of my company..... NO, I don't Miss Him.....

    but the dog, is alone now and starts to howl at night.. pissses me right off , since I dont have a dog and the neighbor is a reallll pain..

    This has got to stop. the dog has to go!

    and thats when T gives me the perfect image inside my little noggin, of what to do..
    Later that week, i buy some red Nail polish,,, the counter girl looks like "Whatttt EVERRRRR man?
    but doesn't turn me into the police, as far as I know.

    I take Rex , at dusk.. turn him upside down and paint the bottom of his feet . I make clearly printed tracks over the other mailboxes, laughing through all of this, I get to my neighbors box and then Track ''T's" feet back to where Rex has been for months.. and remount him with a yellow retriever in his mouth dripping with blood...

    I can still hear that monster laughing, and the neighbor finally started leaving me alone.

    but it was toooo late.

    "T" had the taste of flesh , now. They make a funny sort of laugh when they have dog caught between their teeth,

    but thats another story..

    hop
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