One of my favorite new toys, which I got for my third birthday, is Flat David. He is flat; because if he was not flat, I would tear him apart and take out all of his guts. Mommy does not like fish guts all over her house, so Flat David is flat.
Mommy throws Flat David. I fetch him. He would go farther if he was not flat, at least that is what I thought. Until this morning.
Mommy threw Flat David. I fetched him a few times. Then Mommy threw him again. She tried to throw him downstairs, so that I would run up and down the stairs and get tired. Mommies are tricky that way. But Flat David had other ideas. He flew. He flew high. He flew to the top of the ceiling and landed on the twirly thing that blows air around.
"Mommy!" I cried. "Look where Flat David went!"
Mommy saw, and she started laughing. That wacky fish, she said. She laughed some more. Then she said she would get him down; but first, she took a picture. Nobody would believe it, she said. Here is the picture, in case you do not believe it.
What a funny fish. Mommy got the broom that she uses to sweep up my fur and tried to knock Flat David down. That wacky fish did not want to come down - he twirled around and around. When he came back around, Mommy whacked him again. This time he fell down - to the basement.
Mommy and I have quiet fun, but it is fun. I love Mommy.
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