The cries of the stuffed monkeys

By the time I went to bed last night, Mr. Hedgie had no legs and no nose. So today I brought home Alberto the black-handed spider monkey, who Gretchen is savaging as we speak.

My feet hurt and it's cold and I'm tired, and I'm getting the sneaking suspicion I'm not going climbing in 15 minutes. If I stay home, I must find something else productive to do.

Oops...Alberto had crunchy glass eyes. Now I've removed them with a kitchen knife. It's dangerous to be a stuffy around here.

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Happy birthday, lotusice!