The Butt-End

Have you ever been the butt-end of a joke? I'm sure we all have, and I particularly hate it. I have a friend, well sort of a friend. He's been drastically downgraded after this incident. It was his doing. I was in the shower, letting the warm water run all of the dirt off my shell, when I heard a scream. I jumped up at the sound, I thought it was my mother. I thought she was in danger so I didn't bother wasting time by putting on my robe, so I ran out...wearing nothing. I ran down the hall that lead to the living room where the noise came from. The only positive thing that came out of this was that I beat my previous hall-running record by 8 seconds. I reached the end of the hall and stopped dead in my tracks to see four blue herons beginning to circle me. I backed up slowly, not wanting to make them strike. I was too young to get swallowed whole by a flamboyant bird. Suddenly, the bird farthest on the left lunged at me, nearly snapping my nose off! My heart beat was going faster than it never had before. Just as I was about to run away back down the hall and hide under my bed forever, a familiar face popped up behind the long legs of the birds. Stupid Jimmy. He chuckled behind the birds (a really high, squeaky sound) and began to stroll casually towards me. There I was, standing in the middle of my living room, naked, and scared half to death. You could probably imagine my face:

 I was so furious, I couldn't even hear myself hate Jimmy. And that was the end of that.