Vinnie was used to squeezing through tight places. She was young and lithe and it came in handy when the llama was cranky. Now there was an ox to contend with. She figured she was better to keep squeezing into the little manger to avoid everyone else. It didn’t work out so well this time.
Sadly this is a true story. It’s what I came home to. Vinnie and I are grateful to my son and his saw. My fifty-five words do not include the shaming on the photo. Hey. If I have to wait for a saw, I might as well take a picture for Facebook.
Sharing with G-Man for his Friday Flash 55.