She seemed to really, really want to get to know me better. When the humans carried her out of little girl's room, I heard her begging and pleading to be let back in.
I have a funny feeling, though. Should I trust my instincts?
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4 comments:
You are wise to trust your instincts, young peanut. There is likely a reason you are named after food!
(hee hee hee)
Trust your instincts!
(And thank you gerbil grandma for installing typepad friendly comments)
Look out, Peanut!
That creature is no friend of yours.
Two things, Peanut:
1) That beast thinks you taste like chicken.
2) What's the over/under in the pool on how long it is until that beast gets to test out #1?
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