Mutant?

My Tag is so dang smart!

I know you already knew that.

Here's yet another story that proves it.

Back when this arrived at my doorstep

 

I recognized that it was a different type of warthog.

See the spots?  The darker areas of fur?  

Except, those are not spots.  

They are mutations!

This warthog was some kind of mutant.

Like a teenage mutant ninja warthog.

I kept a close eye on it.

And wondered what the difference was all about.

Well, the other day,

good ole Tag got to the bottom of it.

Literally.

He found that the mutant ninja was stuffed

with an unbelievable amount of polyester fiberfil.

And, that it had smuggled in a weapon.

A weapon of mass destruction!

Guess the mutant ninja was waiting for

it to come out the other end so it could be used.
To destruct.

No worries.

We're safe.

Now.

Thanks to Tag E. Butt,
Labrador Extraordinaire.

Okay, so the wmd?
It's really the grunt-maker

from the belly of the warthog.

What can I say?

Need to entertain the masses

(and myself)!

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with all thy might. - Ecclesiastes 9:10