The Case of the Mysterious Exploding Toy
Monica and I came home last night to find a very unusual scene. You see, our living room is normally a rather well-kept area of the house, free from random mounds of fluff, string, and fabric. That is why it was so odd to find that an unwelcome mound of fluff, string, and fabric had taken up residence in the middle of the floor.
The only culprit I can suspect is the toy I had bought for Kate an hour earlier. Some rogue agent must have planted a minor IED (Improvised Explosive Device) inside the toy before I purchased it. With nefarious intent, they detonated the furry ducky before my dog’s eyes.
I can only hope that Kate can bring herself to play with other toys. She does love chewing the tar out of them. Other people have made the audacious claim that perhaps Kate did the damage herself. Do these people not realize that if she destroys her toy, she cannot play with it again? I think the evidence speaks for itself. Behold!
