I got my ass kicked the other day. I was at the dog park with my mom when these 2 bullies came down the sidewalk toward the gate. Their names are Will and Luke. They’re German Shepherd’s and like to pick on me. I was sitting right next to my mom and it looked like they were going to come in the park. I just decided to speak up and let them know that I was there and they should think twice before they come in. My mom told me to stop talking trash to them and said I was going to get in trouble. All I said was, “I was here first and I don’t want any trouble with you inbred, adopted losers. You were adopted because your mommies didn’t love you and everyone knows it so just keep on moving you cross-eyed, buck-toothed mongrels.” Apparently, there was a misunderstanding or something and when Will and Luke came in the park, they came right after me. Maybe my German is a little rusty or my accent threw them off. Anyway, they were both on top of me, ripping at me and it seemed like they were really upset. My mom jumped in to help me and she got bit by Will, right on her wrist. Finally, Will and Luke’s dad pulled them off of me and my mom. I was really surprised that what I said had made them so mad. I saw my mom’s wounded wrist and it made me think that sometimes words hurt. I learned a really valuable lesson that day. If I’m going to talk trash, I’ll make sure my dad is with me because my mom isn’t very tough.
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