Little Johnny just started his afternoon stroll back to his lovely house in Africa. He was so pleased of himself because he had made a pretty black walrus painting for his very pretty mother.
Little Johnny was a bigger boy. He was only 7 years old and weighed 375 pounds! When he walked his fat legs hit the ground so hard it made others around him cry blood because of his fattness. But Little Johnny did not care! He loved his 375 pounds and wanted to gain more! He loved to hear people scream and cry and bleed their blood because of his pounds of astonishing flab.
Little Johnny began to skip happily, for he was almost home and was excited to show his mommy his black walrus painting he worked so hard on! But then, out of the clear blue, Little Johnny tripped and fell down a large cliff! He feel and fell untill he almost fell asleep in air! But when he finnaly hit the ground his fat saved him but his 5 pound head smashed into the ground so hard that the only thing people could see from above was blood.

The police arrived at the scene and had to use a LARGE, YELLOWISH, LONG, SLIPPERY, YUMMY, crain to lift Little Johnny up from the ground. Little Johnny was headless. The only thing left of his head was the scattered flesh that surrounded his walrus painting he had made for his mommy. The police began to cry the second they saw the little note Little Johnny had wrote in crayon on the bottom of the painting that said "I wove yew Mommy! Dis is four yew!".
Once the area was cleaned clear of blood and flesh from Little Johnny's head, the police drove to Little Johnny's mothers house to give her the painting. Two police went to the house but only one came up to the door because the Mr. Police Man could not stop crying over Little Johnny. In fact, the Mr. Police Man in the car had taken bits of Little Johnnys head and was singing to them.
When Mr. Police Man (the one not in the car) arrived at the door with the pianting, he knocked for what seemed like hours. When the mother opened the door Mr. Police Man said in a slow, sad voice, "Your little boy is dead. He fell off a cliff... He wanted you to have this... Im sorry.". Mr. Police Man handed the mother the painting. The mother starred at it with no emotion. The two police men looked stunned since the mother wasnt bursting out in tears yet. But then, the mother did something so cray cray that no body would ever understand why!? SHE RIPPED THE BLACK WALRUA PAINTING IN LITTLE BITS AND STARTED LAUGHING!! Mr. Police Man (the one not in the car) started to cry and headed back to the car with his head down.
BAAMM! A gun went off and Mr. Police Man (the one not in the car) heard a thud behind him. Mr. Police Man (the one in the car) SHOT THE MOTHER and said, "Thats for Little Johnny and his black walrus painting, bitch!".