So last night I was teaching you to hang glide, and we were at a snow-covered valley in the Rockies. But when we got cold, you put on your jacket and turned into a dog.
You didn't want me to know, so you took your jacket back off, handed me a package of crackers, and told me to go home.
I ended up walking to your house and climbing on the sign you have out front. Your mom got mad and shook her fist at me.
Meanwhile, you've turned back into a dog and are living in a trailer home. I follow you back to your place, utilizing my mad hang glider skills, and investigate your refrigerator, which is full of garlic sprouts growing on a bonsai tree and uncooked sausages.
You reappear, we get all of the messy, 'I love you despite the fact that you turn into a stinky dog' stuff out of the way, but then your house catches on fire, so we escape into the blizzard.
We jump off a cliff, but apparently still have our gliders on, and spend several months in the air.
Somewhere we get a newspaper, and discover that our mothers have both been arrested and opened up a fire department.
We land in the city and go see your mother first. She is at home, and gets mad at me again for destroying the back of one of her antique chairs. So we go see my mother at the fire department, and end up chained to the wall with barbed wire around our ankles.
Apparently we've become disruptors of the peace...
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