May 9 /08
Psssst. Chef. It's me - LoonyRaccoony. I'm here with KweenKittayKat, FunkyMonkey and Bob the Ball. Guess what? We're not in the garbage. We're upstairs in your Mommy's closet. Top shelf. She's holding us here til you're more mature and you've outgrown the urge to shred us all up and swallow us. Remember your Daddy's socks? OK. That's why.
You don't want to go through that again.
We know you're only 22 months old and you can't be trusted to play with us yet. But some day soon it will click in and you'll know how to play with your stuffies safely. And we'll be here for you.
Don't be mad at your Mommy. She's doing this because she loves you. And don't worry about us. We're fine. Beauty and Rugrat visit us here every night and we party. We have a life. And it's way better than the one we had at the pet store.
Course, we'd rather be playing with YOU, so please, Chef: GROW UP!
Oh, and thanks for appreciating us yesterday.
Your loving stuffies,
May 9 /08