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!
Thursday, 21 June 2007
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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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