Trouser was normally a happy-go-lucky dog. He would chase tennis balls, play with other doggies, and eat his dinner without a fuss. He was a dog without a care.
But on that fateful autumn afternoon, it was to be different.
Trouser's owners were walking him along a trail at the park, when
suddenly from out of the bushes jumped a man all dressed in black. He
had white paint on his face, and was gesturing annoyingly at Trouser's
masters. This strange person spoke not a word, but proceeded to pretend
that he was trapped in a box and that he was pulling on a long rope.
Seeing the sheer horror on his masters' faces, Trouser took it
upon himself to rectify the situation. With a low growl he jumped and
sank his teeth into this annoying pseudo clown's leg.
Trouser immediately got a sickened look in his eyes and began to
vomit wildly. He then dragged his tongue all over the ground in an
effort to remove the man's foul essence from his mouth.
For Trouser had learned that a mime is a terrible thing to taste.