themask of undoogoo

Before Undoogoo would begin to venture into the jungle on his daily hunt, he would don a mask to confuse his prey.  Not a mask to frighten.  No.  Undoogoo's mask was pleasant to look at, designed to trick his quarry that he was harmless.  In this way, Undoogoo was able to get close and strike a lethal Blow.  Which is exactly what he had in mind the day he spied a beautiful creature drinking at a watering hole.  Hiding behind his benign facade, he positioned himself alongside his intended victim and prepared to attack.  But what Undoocoo didn't know about this "beautiful creature" was she was also wearing a mask.  A mask that successfully camouflaged a fierce and merciless predator.  And so it was that Undoogoo suddenly found himself devoured, torn apart, eviscerated.  His screams echoed through the jungle.  But the jungle was accustomed to the sounds of agony, and no one came to his aid.  Bloodied and barely alive, he managed to escape and crawled back to his village where, to his horror, he discovered his tormentor had taken possession of his hut.  Now, helpless and homeless he was forced to live the rest of his days in the wild, feeding on what dung beetles feed on.

The moral of the story:

Mask or not, if you hunt without a prenup, pack some ketchup for the dung.