They were hitting each other for no reason at all. And nobody was laughing. In fact, they were shouting, “KILL THE BUM. BREAK HIS HEAD. MAKE HIM BLEED.” The spectators sure sounded very angry, and I don't blame them. The boxers weren't doing their jobs. So I decided to help them out. I waddled over to a toy store, and got the owner to donate some boxes and toys for the neighborhood needy kids.

Returning back to the boxing ring, nothing had changed. The boxers were still hitting each other and the spectators were still shouting the same stuff. So I decided to throw the toys and boxes right at them. BANG! THUMP! BANG! They stopped punching each other just as soon as the toys bopped them on their noggins. I definitely got their attention. They came rushing towards me, most likely to thank me for saving their jobs.

Next, I jumped into the ring and started boxing up the toys. You should have heard the ovation I got. “THROW THE DODO INTO A BOILING POT. FRY THAT BIRDBRAIN. CHOP HIM UP AND EAT HIM.” They sounded hungry, but this was no time for hunger pains. The poor kids needed toys and food, but not Dodo food, I hoped.

Both boxers looked at each other, nodded their heads, and came towards me. They growled, “Let's do it for the kids.” With tears in their eyes, they knelt down and helped me box the presents. Even some of the spectators made a mad rush into the ring and joined in. Don't you just love boxers boxing up presents and doing their jobs like they're supposed to?

I bet that Santa Claus is the best boxer in the world. Just look at all the presents he boxes up and delivers each and every Christmas Eve.