Ok, we will give him a perfect tombstone name, William Armstrong.
I'm sorry, but he won't make it.
Mama, he smiled. He's all there! He's all there!
I can't believe it, he's crawling!
Touch your Casket
If you don't, I will leave you!
Don't leave me!... I will.
No, I can't!?
One day a baby boy was born to a little family of 3, he was given no chance of survival. Therefore, they didn't give him a name until he was 3 months old. Even then, they choose the perfect headstone name "William Armstrong".
I know! Now we have to show mom and dad.
I'm standing! I'm actually doing it!
Ya, on October 8th.
When "William Armstrong" was a few months old he smiled at his brother. Then a few years after "William Armstrong" was born he crawled for the first time, backwards. So, they named him Doodle.
I think it's dead!
I'm going to bury it.
What is that?!?
One day Doodle's brother decided to take him up to the barn loft and show him his casket. He then procceded to tell him that he had to touch the casket otherwise he was going to leave him. So, Doodle did.
Let's go Doodle.... Doodle. Doodle!
After many months of trying to teach Doodle how to walk out in Old Women's Swamp he finally did.
When they were about to sit down for lunch, they noticed a red bird outside. They went outside and saw a Scaret Ibis in a tree. The bird then fell to it's death, so Doodle buried it.
It's a Scarlet Ibis. They aren't from around here.
A thunderstorm came while they were out at Old Women's Swamp, so Doodle's brother decided to test Doodle's limits. He ran but lost him in the storm, but when he went back for him he found him dead.