Trigger’s Old Pa

Trigger the donkey was being visited by his old Pa. Trigger’s Pa was a donkey too. They resembled each other in that way. Though not many others.

His pa did most of the usual things that donkeys do. His own version of them anyway. Except for one irritating habit.

When Trigger’s Pa ate a thistle, he ate everything but the thistley part of the thistle. And then he’d leave the thistley part lying around.

He’d always done that.

And when Trigger, inevitably and painfully, stepped on one of those thistley thistle bits, that his Old Pa had left lying around, it reminded him of ALL the times that this had happened on previous occasions.

Trigger would then become triggered by Thistle Vision. And he could ONLY think about EVERY OTHER TIME he’d trod on Old Pa’s THUCKING THISTLEs! The SELFISH ASS!

But Trigger’s Old Pa didn’t have long for this world, and he wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

”It’s probably time to get over it”, Trigger thought to himself.