Tony the Tiger's High School Reunion Part 2

Tony stood in the park and stared at all of the athletic people running around.

He tightened his sneaker laces (again) and adjusted his shorts (again) and got a sip of water from the fountain (again).

He inhaled deeply. Exhaled completely. And finally started his jog.

"This is great!" Tony thought as the wind rushed through his fur. "And it's so easy!" He knew he'd be back in fighting shape by the time his reunion rolled around. He'd be just as lean and handsome as he was when he was 18. And his old girlfriend would notice.

Thirty seconds into his sprint, Tony ran off of the jogging path to a tree. There he heaved and wheezed and nearly vomited in pain. He felt like wild hippos were horning him in his obliques. And that his lungs had been replaced with two hives full of angry bees.

"Mommy, look," a young boy chirped, "that big, fat tiger is blowing chunks."

The mother lightly scolded her son. After all, it's not nice to point out the misfortunes of the so-obviously down and out and out of shape.

Tony composed himself and decided to stick to walking for today. After he got used to physical activity again, he'd up the ante.

***

Big, orange paws cradled a very large cereal bowl. Tony smiled as he thought about all of the frosted cereal he'd eaten out of that bowl.

Then he filled it with shredded lettuce and sliced vegetables. He dumped in enough low fat ranch to completely cover anything green.

A disgruntled grrrr erupted from the great tiger's throat as he forcibly wolfed down his foliage. "This crap's for rabbits," he grumbled.

And that made him wonder. Who else would be showing up at this reunion? He heard that the Trix Rabbit had been arrested for indecency. That Count Chocula had moved to Massachusetts with the Cheerios Bee. And that Tucan Sam of Fruit Loops fame was a tour guide somewhere in the Tropics.

Perhaps Tony should track his old classmates down. This looked like a job for MySpace!