This is my sad story
I was born at the age of 2, at this time disaster struck.
On a flight to London I was accidentally shoved out of a
emergency exit, inexplicably the pilot had just completed
a decent to 2000 feet. Luckily my bib acted as a crude
parachute.
Landing in the Pacific ocean, I used my nappy as makeshift
survival raft. I finally washed ashore where I was rescued
by a colony of soldier ants who took me in as one of their own.
Try as I may, I just didn't seem to fit in, so they built me my own
ant hill, which was uncomfortable to say the least.
Eventually after 2 years with the ants I decided to seek my
own kind, at last I reached civilisation, where I remain to this
day. Ill tell you one thing I'll never forget those ants, stupid
little fuckers they were.
