The walrus was real sad one day. He had a bone in his leg, and it hurt him, but good! It had to get out of there, because he wanted it to real bad! It hurt like the dickens! Come on out of there you!
The walrus's best friend was blind, and it was a dog. Blind dog, is what the other jungle creatures would call it. They would say, Blind dog, Blind dog! The dog was pretty blind alright. It couldn't see much at all. Nope not a lot.
The walrus asked his blue-eyed blind buddy to bonk the bone outta there, but fast! Dogs like bones. And let me tell you, this dog was no different. Just because he's blind, people treat him differently. Cruel to him. Bad people, and they should know better because he's a good little dog. But he is blind and that makes him mean!
So the dog ripped into his good friend's leg with a savage frenzy. Other leg, silly dog! They both laughed at the dog's mistake, then they cried for a while because it was a pretty sad thing to be blind, to never see the world. Your heart just goes out to that there blind pooch, that little victim of nature's cruelty. But he kills babies so you should hate him. So they got the big big bone out of the walrus's leg. Man, it hurt. Devil bone, it was. Death bone, and a real bad bone. And the bone was out on its own. Sad little poor little bone. Then they had a party. Blind dog got up and danced on the table and xeroxed his own face many times. The bone rotted.