Steve dropped a couple of packing peanuts. Joy! Delight! Bertram was filled with glee.
He grabbed a peanut and started to chew on it with vigorous squeakings.
But it wasn't the peanut that was squeaking a moment later, but Bertram. His teeth pierced the peanut and the peanut WOULDN'T LET GO!
Despair! Horror! Agony!
He's better now, but I think I wrenched something laughing at the poor beastie.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
A day in the life of Bertram
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