THE COMBAT BAT FROM TWILIGHT ZONE
Last night a bat entered my crib. While I was out for a last inspection the bat came in.
Bats are the AIRFORCE OF MICES, I hate them. You can do what you want, you will never get them.
Very frustrating! The bat entered my guest room in a swoop and I jumped behind him as the canidae antiaircraft gun. I noticed: Mission Impossible. So I ordered reinforcements immediately. My dad was the cavalry and came to support me. What a battle! The fluttering noises of the fall-bomber comBAT, the barking of the ack-ack gun, the cursing of the relief force and the “WHACK-WHOCK” of my movement light in the role as an AA-searchlight. A symphony from hell. In the middle of the battle my mom came as the war reporter and asked for a photo for my blog. WHAT? HELL! MOM! Ok, she is a woman without military knowledges, but in this situation: NO GO! But womens…you know…
Airforce – bad pic, war reporter must be fired
My dad kicked me out for the final battle and fought alone as a one man army. WHAT A HERO! I supported him with war cries from outside for psychological attrition of the enemy. He opened the window and the bat left my crib after some loopings around the lamp.
Later my mom ask me if the bat was maybe BATMAN or COUNT DRACULA? NO!, I answered, it was only ROBERT PATTINSON!
Battlefield- Sofa KIA
Today my mom is working since hours for a new CRIB DEFENSING SYSTEM, now the out- and incoming invaders haven’t only country armed forces they also have an airforce. The airbase is across the street, so we have a lot of work to defense my crib. If it will be raining further on, maybe the invaders get a NAVY too?
Need a tailor-made BDU
Rizzo will be brought to court-martial, due cowardice.