Mummy has a thing about cuddly toys. She hates them. I don't know what her problem is. She really doesn't like them. She pretends to be nice to them but sometimes I catch her doing rude things to them behind my back. They are so nice and sweet and furry and she is mean to them.
I have a dog and a sheep and a monkey and a doll called Peter and a teddy called Kevin. Mummy keeps them in the furthest darkest coldest corner and I have to go and root them out everyday.
Anyway, when I was at the library yesterday, I found the library bear. It is the biggest bluest teddy bear in the world and I loved it. Unfortunately, somebody else was hugging it and I tried to take it off them but Mummy made me give it back. Their Mummy negotiated a share with my Mummy even though my Mummy was saying 'No, no, really he's fine. He doesn't want to play with it' and I was jumping up and down and saying 'YESTH, YESTH, YESTH . So Mummy gave it back to me. I was so pleased to see it, I started biting its ear. Within seconds, Mummy had whipped it from me again and given it back to the girl.
'That was a quick share' said her Mummy.
Anyway I have forgiven her as she bought me some new gloves today and they are simply fabuloso.