Drunk Silly Hillbilly

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"Dang it! I woz only getting’ up to fetch ma head covah. Now there be dat darn jackal in ma sunny spot... An he be swipin’ ma moonshine too!”

The sloth yelled at the jackal as he approached his stolen sleeping spot

“Hey, Jethro!!! Get yer scrawny hide out my sunny spot!”

However, as he approached, he noticed the sneaky thief was fast asleep!

“I ain’t believe it! That doggone sleep already. I woz only up for an hour or three. Uy can’t walk in his own livin’ room no more… I know whad’ll ged im up!"

The sloth pulls down and spins the foot end of the hammock in the hope of shaking the Jackal out but instead it causes him to spin around and get twisted up in the netting.

"Well well well. Weren't dat unexpected!"

The Jackal yawns and shakes his head.

"Why my hed so dizzy? I should prob’ly drink this head spinnin’ pain away... gugh... Haaay, why kaint my body move all a suddin?"

"Ya silly dawg. Ya got yaself all tied up in ma bed. Now I got ya, Imma gonna teach you a lesson or three for takin’ ma stuff!"

The Sloth slowly rests his long claws on the bottoms of the jackal’s feet.

"Woah, stoppat. I can’t get out. You were gone so long I thought you were out. I got reeeeel drunk too so I needed somewair to collapse"

"That’s no reason to go swipin’ mah favorite spot. An now yer all stuck, I’m gonna tickle yer feet an there ain’t no way ya can stop me!!!”

*The sloth slowly begins raking his claws along the tangled jackal’s soles, unaware of how excruciatingly long it’s taking to stroke a full length of the quivering paw.
Now the poor jackal has no idea how long he could be there with every tortuous minute seeming like hours.
But, to the sloth, each hour feels like only a minute.

Story written by me and edited by   venombahamut