Freckles:The clattering, clunking object that Nice Guy pulled from the box was a mystery. What could it be? I was made of some kind of shiny material with small sticks attached, forming something that looked like a wall. I had no idea what I was supposed to do with such a thing. It wasn’t long before I learned that the object was not for me. Nice Guy picked it up and carried it out of the Other World and disappeared through the far portal in the Slippery Ground Land. Well, I guess I know where I rate in this clan!
5 comments:
Well, the sticks can always be chewed.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but playing second fiddle is shrieking in my ears - those long floppy ones.
Aww, don't get upset Freckles!! Rest assured you are and always will be queen of the clan :D
I love the way your chest looks in this picture.. So fluffy and proud!
well, anyway, dear bunny, you didn't like it from the first sight )))
oh dear freckles you're so skeptical... when will you trust and expect good things you silly silly bun!
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