Let's tell a story four words at a time (Part 2)

to turn cartwheels while

everyone else simply danced

involuntarily to the La

Brea Tar Pits, flung

feces at the tourists

who fled in disgust.

The ground sloths then

rose from the pit

, their beady eyes glowing,

like glowworms in the

{an A, looks like, which would make it five- oh well. }

Blawnox sewer system, exhibiting

a distinct lack of

humor or pattern relationship

, which was hardly surprising.

When the dreaded saber-toothed

children from South Detroit

got off the bus,

all hell broke loose!

The Seven Deadly Sins

were on full display,