The Great Armadillo Catcher of the Northern Desert in South Denver in Conneticut

One day, the Great Armadillo Catcher was walking through the jungles of central Nevada, when suddenly, an armadillo rushed past his feet. He chased after it, swinging on vines, jumping on rocks, and running through the sand. He chased after the armadillo for days, never stopping for a break. He chased it through Utah, up into the very corner of Colorado, and into Wyoming. He chased it to Nebraska, running along the border of South Dakota. He followed the armadillo through Iowa. He cut into Wisconsin, just missing Illinois, then made a curve upward, right through Lake Michigan. He went strait through the center of Michigan, just catching the tail of Lake Huron. He got out his passport, and passed through Ontario, coming back into the states right through Lake Ontario. Went from New York strait into Massachusetts, and from there, he went into South Denver, Conneticut. He ran through the streets of South Denver, looking for the armadillo. He headed towards Denver Desert, where he ran all the way to the northern side, where he found the armadillo. So he caught it, sailed on his ship around Florida, through the Bahamas, and into Texas, where he ran back to his house in New Mexico, and put it in his zoo. And no, just because he ran all that way, does not mean that he is Captain America.