The Owls Burned My PantsThe Owls Burned My PantsOh, pants! You burn so gaily in the dark!The matches begged to set you bright aflameAnd now you're no more than a sooty markAnd I have only nasty owls to blame.Oh, pants! I miss you more as time goes by.I'll rue the day you burned 'till next week's endRecalling mem'ries of flames leaping highAnd you, poor pants, were my only true friend.Oh, pants! I hate those nasty, evil owls!Why did they feel the need to destroy you?They completely ignore my mournful howlsThose owls, flying about the way they do.So now, if you'll excuse me, it is timeTo avenge those poor, blackened pants of mine.
Kung Fu PandaKung Fu PandaKung Fu Panda sniffed the morning air. He could smell his enemy even though there was no wind. It smelled musty, like mold, with the definite odor of lavender-scented soap. Today would be the day his enemy was defeated.He'd spent much time honing his Kung Fu skills, waiting for just the right moment to take vengeance on those who had wronged him so greatly.He thought back to the event that caused him to become Kung Fu Panda. It was a bright, sunny day at the Happy Aminal Zoo."Mumsy, look at the pandas! There's a mummy panda and a baby panda!""Yes, son, I see the pandas.""I shall throw a pistachio at them, Mumsy.""No, Archibald, don't throw a pistachio at the pandas. Throw a cashew.""Yes, Mumsy." Archibald threw the cashew. It hit the mother panda on the nose."Mother! You are hurt!" the little panda said."Yes, son, I am grievously injured. You must avenge this great dishonor. Take up the ways of the fighting panda!" She collapsed.Kung Fu Panda watched the sun ris