Whoa whoa whoa! Slow down!

The Timmy fell down the hill yesterday. I feel a poem coming on:

Ellie and Timmy went up a hill
to force a dog to poo.
Ellie took off after a dog to play
causing Timmy to trip on his shoe.

Down the Timmy went
and he heard a loud POP!
That stupid dog Ellie
Well, she didn't stop.

"Is my foot broken?"
the Timmy asked.
"I don't want to ruin her visit
with my foot in a cast."

To the emergency room
we went.
The ankle? Just sprained.
We left with a splint.


Bad dogs= Sprained ankles. My poor Timmy.