I have a Voldemort plush doll that’s a bit troublesome.
Quite tragic, really.
For example, at my niece’s birthday…
After blowing out the candles, we all went to the living room to open presents. Later, we came back to the kitchen, all excited for cake, and this is what we saw:
There’s a lot of big eaters in my family, and we don’t like to share, so suffice it to say we were not amused to see half the cake gone before any of us got one stinking crumb.
Later, my niece (who is a world-famous soccer player) went out to practice with a new soccer ball that she got for her birthday.
She took a break to answer some of her fan mail. When she went back outside, her new soccer ball was gone!
She looked over the fence and saw the soccer ball in the neighbor’s yard. The neighbors keep a diseased pack of hyenas in their yard as pets, and they chewed the ball up. That is, the neighbors chewed the ball up, not the hyenas.
She was sad to have lost her new soccer ball in such a chewy way. And she wondered: Who could have thrown the ball over the fence? And then she looked down…
It made me sad to see my Voldemort plush doll trolling my niece like this, but I thought, “Oh well. As long as he’s leaving me alone.”
Later, one of my other nieces (who is a world-famous author) was working on a story. She decided to go get a drink.
When she came back, she was shocked to see Voldemort Plush lying next to the keyboard.
She looked at the screen and saw that Voldemort Plush had interrupted her story with a threatening message…
…a message directed at me!
Needless to say, I haven’t slept since.
Also, Voldemort Plush shouldn’t have put a comma after my name in that message. What an idiot.
This is -YAWN- Toydust, signing off!
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COMING TOMORROW! (unless I fall asleep before then and Voldemort Plush makes good on his threat…)