Winkie, the red fruity dino, walked through the living room this morning. I watched as he made his way past Peach's writing desk and Sock's play area to the kitchen.
By the time I got to the kitchen, he was starting at a pack of gummy bears. Winkie didn't understand why they weren't talking to him.
No matter what he tried, they just sat there motionless in their little package.
I tried to explain that they were just food, snacks to be chewed on... but he didn't understand.
Opening the package, I took out a gummy bear and popped its head off. That was a mistake. Winkie about went nuts.
Running into a wall he passed out.
I think I'll have to try and explain this to him another time.
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