It all started when I looked at my bed the way I looked at my stuffie toys... not much difference. Fun to bite.
I began looking for the squeaker...
|See the hole?|
I'm not one to ignore free stuffing! Doesn't taste like much but it's easy to swallow.
|Four little noses!|
As if I did something wrong!
And the Mama is yelling again! " Milo! No biting the bed! " she said,
"Why don't you play with the real toys with squeakers?"
Huh? What is that you're trying to say Mama? Can't quite understand you, I'm only 5 months old!
Listen, I'd like to stay around and make you happy and all but I've got work to do. My molars came in and I intend to use them to the max!
"I said," said the Mama, " what about the tail on your mouse? Did you swallow that? "
I don't know what happened to that! I don't keep track of all the piddly little details around here! Probably I was carrying it around, just trying to be helpful, by it's tiny long tail and it fell off.
It wasn't me!
I was framed!
You can't pin this on me!
As I said, I have things to do right now. I absolutely must keep aerating this bed.
|Don't stare at me or point that stupid camera at me either without a lawyer present|