I found my person in the laundry room and I thought I’d let her have some fun so she didn’t have to work so hard in there. So I got my toy bear and dropped in down in front of her. She was supposed to pick it up and toss it to me so I could catch it. But you know what she did?
I can’t believe she did this. She knows how to play the game. She knows I like to catch my toys. But instead of tossing it to me she took all the guts out of it. Help! My person is killing my bear. I want my bear back. Give it to me now!
And then, to make things even worse, she tossed my bear in the washer. Now my bear is not only gutless, but it’s going to drown!
This was really bad. I fretted and worried about my poor bear the whole time I heard that washer going round and round. My poor bear. I can’t even imagine what it was going through.
That washer finally stopped and my person got my bear out of there. But she wouldn’t give it to me right away. She did something to it first. She wouldn’t let me see what she was doing.
Finally, my person tossed my bear to me.
It’s about time person. I wanted you to do that a long time ago.
Hey, my bear’s talking back to me. My bear hasn’t been able to talk for a long time. He’s making that squeaky sound that I love.
Hey person, I’ve got a few more toys that want a ride around in that washing machine.