This lady got a concussion the same way so many of us do — just in the course of daily life, with something that goes wrong … just ’cause
How I Got My Concussion
Two words: Pirate Ninjas.
Or is it Ninja Pirates? I’m not sure.
Either way, it went like this: A little girl was crying. Being a mom, of course I looked to see if I could help. But instead of a dropped ice cream or broken dolly, I found the wide-eyed youngster surrounded by a group of what could only be called Pirate Ninjas (or Ninja Pirates).
Brandishing a katana, one of the pirates/ninjas stepped toward the cowering girl, and the parrot on his shoulder squawked, “Where’s the map?”
The other pirates/ninjas closed in on her, whipping nunchaku around so fast, I don’t know how they didn’t knock their pirate hats off.
The girl trembled. “Map?” she asked tearfully, clutching an adorable mewling kitten to her chest.
That did it. My maternal sense outweighed my common sense.
“Leave her alone!” I shouted, rushing forward.
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