Coochy-coo!

What a scene! Ms Ferguson's got you between her smelly toes, and there she goes, hopping on one leg, through the desert!

"Boy, what a grip she has!" You're almost suffocating, not because of the stench, but because her toes are holding you very tightly!

Suddenly you remember having brought your toothbrush in your pocket!

"I don't have a choice..." You say, and then you start scratching inbetween her toes with the toothbrush, causing Ms Ferguson to squeal and guffaw.

"Ahahahaha!!!!! Ohoho!!! What are you doing, you wretch?", laughs Ms Ferguson, wiggling her toes.

"Come on, Ms Ferguson, lemme go... Coochy-coochy-coo..." This last scratching makes Ms Ferguson fall to the ground and release you from her trembling toes.

There's no way but hiding in the sand till the angry woman goes away.

Written by snuggly

Mrs Fergeson looks for you.
she finds you.
not again..

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