Magenta Alert! KkP!

Rambling
Hello. My name is Tom J. Hendricks (junior).
You can call me Tommy Jack Hendricks.
This post has not been written by Sir.Randomraj but they (for respect) have given this space to me for posting some critical information that we thought would be critical. [[Laugh]]

Index
1.Rambling
2.Index
3.Introduction
4.Preface
5. [[Insert item here]]
6. [[Insert item here]]

Introduction
Firstly, don't form opinions about the post from the title or thou shalt repenth later....

Then, I want to say that Magenta alert was used here as the color 'Red' was not available with. Please bear with us.

KkP stands for -> Kutte ki Poonch (Doggie ka tail) [[Speak in american accent please]]

We in America... Ya right... The US of A (faariegn for you indians) have come to know about this phenomenal phenomena called the KkP which has been observed only in India. In America (The US of A, dude!!!) no one calls anybody by that name. But all those Americans (Vilaayati Babus for you) who have come in contact with Indians in any form, seem to be affected, infact, allured to use the metaphorical expression called 'KkP'.

Preface
Just for show off (Jackie-pana). Because if one has an introduction and an index, a preface ought to be there!

KkP
A KkP is a curvilinear part at the back of a dog. We have searched, researched, infact (Re)^n Searched and found the reason why the KkP for ever remains un-straight. (Not talking about the orientation here!)

The Tail of the Curvy Tale
Dogs were happy and gay (No, not the orientation dumbo) with long straight tails. They wandered around peacefully. Searched for food and water, barked around the barks of trees and even slept at night. Unaware of what was about to happen.

A dog named 'Kutta' was once wandering around in search of bones or such stuff. Kutta found it. How ? Kutta dug. He dug dug dug (No not his nose, the ground) the ground and found something very amazing.

He found.....[[let the suspense build up]]. He found! a [[suspense construction in process]]..
He found....

Okay.. So stupid of me... He found a bone. What else ?
Actually he found many bones. And they were closed in a box. Kutta opened the box to discover that it were the bones of Mummy! (No not mother)
Kutta barked like a dog! He barked so he could be heard over continents and barked until he'd shaken the firmament. Kutta barked until every other dog on the planet arrived. There were only 63.324 dogs at that time. (Bahut puraani baat hai re!). Don't ask me to exlplain the .324 part.

They all feasted upon the mummy for days. They enjoyed the food. Barked around barks happily until one night, when the bones finished. The moon was missing from the sky. (Amaavas kee raat you see). Thunder thundered, lightning growled, strong winds blew, trees fell. Destruction everywhere. Destruction. The evil had risen!

The mummy was CURSED and the evil of the curse was awake. Slowly, all the dogs started dying one by one. Heartattacks, Suicides, TB, AIDS... everything was there. Everything. Until the time that only and only... only... [[take a gulp down your throat and read]] only 'kutta' was left. Alone. :O .

[[Please continue reading only if you've reached here without screaming due to the horror and suspense.]]

Kutta shivered in the cold loneliness. He knew something bad was about to happen. Kutta ran. He ran as fast as he could. (I think about 89.210348 approx mph) when suddenly the earth began to seperate. Kutta was terrified and ran even faster but Kutta's tail stuck somewhere. Someone had caught his tail. Kutta was to scared to look behind and pushed the ground backwards with his paws as hardly as he could and he suddenly swung across and jumped into a toxic waste chamber. (Yes, there was toxic waste even then). Kutta had no tail. He cried. He was scared. But crying and hungry kutta slept. When he woke up he had been genetically mutated and had a very soft wavy curvy tail. Don't ask how he reproduced but all his descendants (all we see today) have a soft, curlvilinear tail. Kutta was just thankful he lived.

From that day onwards, the Kutte Ki Poonch has never been able to straighten up. Was it a genetic mutation or a curse ? Nobody knows.