|"I don't know how it happened." - Miss Fantasia.|
I don't know how it happened.
Mum was throwing the fuzzy green squeaky bone toy, and I was chasing it. We were having lots of fun zooming up and down the hallway with it.
And then, suddenly, my fuzzy green squeaky bone toy exploded! It really did.
Now instead of my toy, I've got bits. Lots of bits.
There's bits all over the carpet.
|"We need to clean all the bits up." - Miss Fantasia.|
Now Mum says we need to clean all the bits up and throw them out.
But that means throwing out my toy. And it's a good toy, or it was, until it exploded.
Why do things do this?
How will I cope without my fuzzy green squeaky bone toy? (Oh Mum says I should play with one of my seventy billion other toys.)
Not only have I lost a great toy, but Bumpy is being mean and laughing at me over it.
|"Bumpy's being mean and laughing about it." -|
This is just terrible.
Mum says she's sure she can't fix it.
I don't know how I'll cope with this loss.
Oh, squeaky duck? Mum's going to throw the squeaky duck? Oh!
Sorry, got to go, I've got a squeaky duck to chase.
Good bye for now,
Licks and Tail Wags
Miss Fantasia Dog.
(Call me Fanta.)
Squeaky duck! I'm coming to get you!
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