Eyebrows

Yes, there was a time that I had two eyebrows. Sometimes even I forget that I had two brows once! But with all the excitement over the past few days, it has been nearly impossible to forget my shortcoming. It was about two weeks ago when I got the call. I was sitting by the railroad tracks observing the wild sheep when I heard my phone ring. Imagine my surprise when I found out my insurance refused to cover my trip to the Amazon to hunt displaced pandas! Well, I was so angry that I started screaming in Esperanto. When I finally snapped to my senses, I had smashed the phone against a rather irritable squirrel. After I pulled my bleeding body onto my moped, I sped on over to the insurance agency. By time they told me the real reason they had refused to cover me, I had lost enough blood to make me woosy, so I asked them for a cracker or some juice. They said no. That's right. No. And all because I was missing an eyebrow. "How long must I be persecuted for my appearance!" I screamed. Then I kicked down what I though was the door to the lobby, but it turned out to be the door to the break room. I stumbled in and fell face first into a hotplate someone had turned on. After the court-ordered counseling session, I learned to cope with my disfigurement. And I learned never to go near open flames or fall asleep using the hairdrier.