See that little box? The Mama put us in that box yesterday morning. Then she locked us in and took us for a ride in the car. We protested – loudly – but she ignored us. Finally, we got out of the box and some other lady gave us a shot. Then back in the box for another car ride. It was dreadful. We complained. One of us foamed at the mouth.
She brings the food and water and we think she must be the one who makes the blankets and flannel sheets clean and warm, but she crossed a line yesterday. The little one is loud and moves fast. He picks us up without warning. Sometimes he makes us wear clothes that belong to his stuffed monkey. But he never crams us in a box.
Someone must pay.
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I can hear them plotting...
Which culprit foamed at the mouth?
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