#knucklebark

KnuckleBark thought he was the king of the yard — all bark, no fear. He stood there like a legend carved from wood. But Johnny don’t play those games. 

Out in the backyard, under nothing but sky and silence, it all came down to one move. Johnny picked him up like he was nothing special. Slammed him hard into the earth. The crack shot through the trees. A piece broke clean off — and Johnny tossed it toward the camera like a trophy. No celebration, no flex. 

Just another victory in a long line of backyard battles. One branch at a time, Johnny settles the score. And today? KnuckleBark didn’t survive.