Once upon a time I kicked a cactus. And I was very mad at it. I don’t know why I kicked the cactus, and Dad told me not to. But I decided I should kick the cactus because I was mad at it……for no good reason.
So, I kicked that cactus, and I used my right foot. I was wearing shoes, but did they protect my feet? No! In fact, the shoes just got prickly.
And that was no good!
So, basically, it hurt. (Another reason I kicked the cactus, is because it looked like it had eyes! It was soooo creepy!)
Even though it hurt, I did not yell when I kicked the cactus. Instead, I got a tiny bit of blood on my leg. (My sister thinks I got a BIG bloody leg, but I didn’t! Really.)
I did not need to go to the hospital. I did not need to get any shots. I had to get the tweezers (my Grandpa had to get the tweezers) to pull all the spikes out of my leg.
And, I got a band-aid. (For the biggest spike.)
So the lesson is, don’t kick a cactus!
