The person who said “You can lead a pineapple to water but you can’t make him stink” was totally wrong. My pineapple is starting to smell funny. Mo demanded that I walk downwind, and given the normal stench coming from my shoes, that’s saying something. Such as, time for a new pineapple. Or hope that Mo’s allergies flare up again.
The pineapple enjoyed the outing, an elderly couple enjoyed his company, although I don’t think they ever quite understood what exactly we were doing, and the little jagged things on top poked the bejeeebus out of me. So now I am toally without bejeeebus.
He was supposed to go for a swim, but mostly he re-enacted the parrot skit from Monty Python. At least that explains the vaguely European accent.
A warm day, a blue sky, my best friend and a stinky pineapple. What more could you ask?
p.s. the Nathan Fireball is the perfect size for toting a pineapple on your run, should you ever find yourself in that situation. And I hope you don’t.