here's a little something i typed out on june hye's computer once when we were studying. there's no point or anything really.

I used to have a cat named Tiger, who got killed in a fight with a raccoon one day. Actually his name was Tiger II; that reminded me of Tiger I, who got run over by a car. That reminded me of my dog Casper who was an American Eskimo; I once chased him around the neighborhood three times before he got hit by a garbage truck. That reminded me of the time I had a fish, which flopped out of his tank as I was carrying it across the street once and got squished by a car. That reminded me of the time that I adopted a kid, because we had a lot of pets together. The End.