The trials and tribulations of my toys

It has not been a good week to be one of my toys. A couple of days ago I was in the middle of a game of keep-away with my second favorite toy, my squeaky hedgehog. The game had moved onto the balcony when suddenly it took a dangerous turn for the hedgehog. One minute he’s sailing back and forth just over my head, the next he ricochets right thru the railing and down to the ground. It was a little upsetting. I could see him just laying down there, lifeless on the decorative bed of rocks. But my mom took me downstairs to rescue him. I carried him all the way back inside and I’m happy to report he was no worse for wear.
Then today, and I don’t know how this happened, I go to the kitchen to get a drink of water, and there is my most favorite toy, my squeaky ball, IN my water bowl. I will be conducting an in-depth investigation into this incident. My mom retrieved the ball from my bowl and squeezed the excess water out in the sink, but then she wouldn’t let me have it! She put it in a windowsill and said I could play with it when it dries. I whined for a bit but to no avail, so I decided to take it out on the hedgehog. This time I kept him away from the balcony.
If this keeps up I’ll need new toys to torture. It’s a good thing my birthday is only 7 days away!

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