“Happiness is a warm puppy." – Charles Schultz

For Christmas, Wilson the ABC received two gifts. The first arrived a month before Christmas and when it came out of the box he saw it, and knew it was his. Who else in the house needs a Tough Toy Green Frog with dual squeakers? His little eyebrows went up, his ears perked, and his head tilted. All indicators that yes, he saw it, and yes, he wondered why I didn't give it to him.
It was too early!
I put in the back of the closet. Santa must not have remembered there was a green frog with dual squeakers in the closet because she showed up with a fuzzy Llama. On Christmas morning there was double the joy in Wilson's stocking.
The Llama had a good run. It turns out the Llama also had two squeakers. I use the past tense because the first thing Wilson did was rip off the Llama's ears, then he opened up its little head and pulled the squeaker out. I was a disturbed because the squeaker is in the shape of a heart and I looked at Wilson asking, "did you rip this poor things heart out through it's head, you sicko?"
Turns out there was a head squeaker. Llama had dos squeakers.
The frog is curiously untouched. I throw it, he just watches it fly. I try to start a tug-of-war, he just sits. I place it strategically around his bedding, he walks over it. Even our favorite game, "where did I hide it?" goes unsolved. (Wilson is like Hercule Poirot, he always wins)
It has to be my fault. Maybe when I hid the frog I put some sort of instruction on it, like maybe I said, "No, not for you" before stashing it in the closet. Wilson the ABC is pretty literal. Now this poor little frog, build to be ripped to shreds, sits alone. Unlicked. Untorn. Unloved.
What about the earless Llama with a hole in its head, you ask? Like a bad penny, it keeps showing up in odd places, just outside my line of sight, always standing up. Always looking at me.

See?
I'm workshopping a new thought. It's possible the Llama is cursed and is somehow controlling Wilson? The frog knows this but since he's weighted down with reinforced fabric, he's helpless. The other toys, destroyed, de-fluffed are indifferent. They watch the deaf Llama with amusement as it directs Wilson to put him here and there.
I need to think this through a bit.
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