Some animals have a sweet tooth. Myself, I have a stuff tooth. I just love stuffing.
It started when both of my grandmas sent me stuffed toys. Fun to play with; better to unstuff. It turns wherever I've been chewing into a cloud of deliciousness.
Just today, though, I realized Mom and Dad have been holding out on me. That whole big blanket thing we all sleep under is just full of stuffing. It's stuffed! It's literally a giant bag of stuff!
Dad seems to want it all to himself, though, and I got in big trouble for just having a tiny nibble this morning. And a larger nibble this afternoon. What's the big deal? There's stuffing enough for all of us!
Of course, I would settle for some of Mom and Dad's Victorian sponge cake. And Mom's stuffed animals. I think that's a reasonable counter-offer.
Woof!
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1 comment:
Winston conveniently forgot to mention the stuffed armchair he's been going after on the sly over the past month or so...do you know how hard it is to sew together a chair without upholstery needles.
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