The Brick

Thanks to everyone who has been sending me get-well wishes!

I’m feeling MUCH better now, now that “The Brick” is gone.

Allow me to explain.  There was one other time in my life – ok, months ago – when I had a similar bout of lethargy.  And this time, I wanted to cure myself the same way.  So I dragged mom out and we had a massive grass-eating expedition.  Luckily mom caught on, and allowed me to eat my fill.  Chomp, chomp, chomp, I sucked down pretty much all of the grass left here in Los Angeles (it’s been really, really dry this year so there isn’t much grass at the moment).  And then as the recipe says, put in a warm place and allow to rise.

Yes, at about 3am the rising was done and I woke mom to tell her the good news.  She threw on a sweater over her counting sheep pajamas (yes she actually has those) and out we went.  We walked just a short distance away from our place when I was ready to roll.  Mom stood back to give me some room and…

The Brick appeared.

When I have a bunch of junky stuff in my stomach, I add grass and mix well.  Then out comes what is now known as “The Brick” – a huge hunk of dirt, stick pieces, hair, other unidentified floating objects, all held together in a large brick-like shape by all of the grass.  It comes out in one large chunk.  It’s not easy to get that out all in one piece, but I’m very motivated to get rid of it.

Yes it’s really yucky but afterwards I feel MUCH better.  I took one extra day before I’d let mom post (we both just wanted to make sure that The Brick fixed my tummy) but now it seems pretty definite.

Puking The Brick did the trick.

Love,

Bogart