Friday, 17 August 2012

Day 75


Maisy gazed at her bone. How boring to chew something that Mrs Human had said she could chew, when she could be chewing ....



the big, square, colourful, soft thing


plonked in the middle of the living room.




'After all,' thought Maisy, 'if they didn't want me to chew it, they wouldn't have left it on the floor ...'

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