Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Blankets and Playing

Oh man I love blankets. When I was three months old I found a blanket on the street in Texarkana, and I went under it and turned upside down, then pushed my nose at it because I smelled a dog outside, and then found some treats. I found one french fry, some candy wrappers, and a bug. There usually isn't any french fries in the blankets at my new home, but I still like being in there, because it reminds me of the town I grew up in, and all the playing I did there. I'm sleepy.

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