User:Foot Got Whipped
If you would like to send me a friend request on Discord, please ask me first (and wait for my approval). Thank you. –Dim′s foot hurts (Dim see his foot)
Now let me share something dreadful that happened to me in the opening act at P.T. Flea’s Circus:
Growling briefly, I roared loudly at Rosie, simultaneously rearing on my hind legs, while swinging my two front feet in a frenzy manner. “Get back!” she yelled, lashing a makeshift whip in my direction. I stepped closer, continuing to roar at Rosie, making sure I didn’t take my eyes off her. This was it. “Get back! Back, you horrible beast!” yelled Rosie as I got closer, still lashing her whip at me. I roared ferociously in her face once more, careful not to show any signs of fear. “I have no fear!” Rosie yelled and she lashed her whip again. “HI-YAH!” But this time, the whip lashed against the sole of my front left foot! “Ohh!” I cried as I stopped my attack suddenly, holding up my foot to see it. I immediately started getting sad; the place where the weapon had hit was quite painful. “Oh my goodness,” Rosie gasped worriedly. In pain over the injury on my left foot, I started crying. I fell onto my back and sobbed as Rosie quickly dropped her whip and scurried to the my side hurriedly to comfort me. I tried to make my foot feel better with my front right foot, but it was just too painful to even touch. I could hear the audience, who were flies, start booing and hissing at Rosie. “Oh no!” she muttered. The audience did not like where this act was going. Even Rosie was shocked of what she had done. “Oh I’m so sorry, Dim,” said Rosie. “Is it an owie?” “Owie! Owie owie!” I cried as I sobbed. “OK, show Rosie your owie,” said Rosie, like a comforting mother as she pulled my hurt foot forward and looked at it; it hurt like crazy as she did so, making me cry even harder. “All right, Dim, it’s OK.” As Rosie tried to soothe my pain with nice words, I heard some of the bugs fly out of the circus in fury.
Rosie, who was just pulling off the bandage, stammered, “Uh, OK, I just need a little time to—” as I held out my front left foot.
Flik crawled down at feet. “But if you could just do me a little favor before you leave, um, if you could just—” he lifted up my front left foot and pulled it over himself “—squish me, that would be great, because, uh, when they find out, I’m as good as dead.”
The video of the opening act of P.T. Flea’s Circus (Scene 8) can be found here A Bug’s Life (1998) - Dim Crying.