If there's one thing Ramsay cannot resist, it's the hypnotic allure of a tennis ball. Regular-sized, mini, or bowling ball-sized, 5 minutes alone with it and the poor ball's rind is scattered throughout our house like the entrails of some hapless victim of an apex predator.
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| the evidence is circumstantial. i have no idea how it got there. i'm being framed! |
You got your tennis ball out of the toybox again, didn't you?
why no, father, i am quite sure i haven't the slightest clue what you are talking about. perhaps you should ask my stuffed-dragon-friend. i saw him milling about the toybox not 20 minutes ago....
PS:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY (yesterday) TO NEWMAMA FROM THE TWO OF US!!!
7 comments:
You was framed by that sneaky dragon! You is innocent, I will testify on your behalves!
We agree with the very smart Mr. Reuben! You was framed and Mr. Dragon stuck the fuzzy on you when you were sleeping.
Maybe they need to set up a spy camera just to be sure....
Hugs,
Lily Belle
Even if Mr. Dragon framed you, I'd be very careful snitching on him. I hear they can be pretty mean if you tattle.
Shelle, Milo, Dixie and Newby,
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i don't blame ramsey! rod LOVES tennis balls, too. must be something about how green and bright they are. ramsay must want to be a tennis player!
My little Lucy is the same way. Tennis balls don't have a chance. We walk by the tennis courts daily and sometimes she brings one home that someone left behind. Score!
i made sure my dragon friend wasn't the one who got me in trouble...let's just say i now have toy-stuffing on my whiskers instead of tennis ball fuzz. BOL! ;)
Uh oh! Tennis balls and dragons. Two of the most evil things around. Tennis balls get me every time.
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