What's His Name is whining to Mom again.
I was hunting for big, fat birds in the living room ...
When ...
I saw a big, fat, wild blanket on the couch.
I pounced ...
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| All that screaming hurt my ears. |
Now...
That big, fat blanket is shredded into tatters.
How was I supposed to know What's His Name was sleeping under it?
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