Fuego!

Posted January 6th, 2007 by Dad |

I like Armadillos. They are fun. I had a pet armadillo once. His name was Harvey Loquatous Monkey Ribboard. We called him Mary for short.

He had a shiny coat. Seriously, sequins and everything. It looked stupid on his armor, but I digress.

Mary, well he liked the tequilla to much. One day we found him in the middle of the street - not dead like you would would think, but he was passed out with a bottle of Cuervo empty beside him. Mary liked to share the bottle with the persian cat next door. We called the cat… cat.

Drunken armadillos named Mary are the life of the party, expecially with Persian cats by their side. And I tell you, that armadillo could mambo like no other armadillo could.

One day however, one sad sad day - Mary fell off the wagon - again. Not drunk like you would think, but sober as can be. He just slipped right off the wagon and hit his head on the empty Cuervo bottle lying next to it. That armadillo was never the same again. For the rest of his days he kept walking around town in a dimwitted daze. Every once in a while, when he passed the liquor store, he would gaze inside and a spark of his former self would appear. Mary would do a little jig, spin in a circle, and yell ‘Fuego!’ at the top of his little armadillo lungs…

I guess there is just something about Mary…