I’m resting right here after this trauma. Mama’s machine nearly sucked up my jellybeans!
Oh, boy, mama wants assist, I’m certain. That bizarre machine that sucks up my treasured (tiny) hairs from below beds and such is similar machine that ATE MY PURPLE MOUSE! Didn’t she SEE it? I do know she FELT it as a result of I heard mama say, “OH, NO, LOULOU” after which she went silent.
I stated to mama, Mama, be careful for these little animals while you run that factor over MY rug, there are toys there and they don’t seem to be that huge…WATCH OUT! And slurp…there it went…sucked proper up and swallowed by that THING!
I’ve to say, mama had the presence of thoughts to STOP that factor and examine the mud bag, and bammo, there it was, matted a bit (no matter meaning), however not the more severe for put on. Poor little mouse…
BRAVO, mama. He’s recovering slowly. However frankly, I used to be shocked.
Good thought to examine the bag. However I wanted consolation after that occasion. I let you know, it was traumatic, no matter meaning.
I feel I’m in a post-traumatic syndrome state.