...and he continued to stare back at me! On top of it, he was almost as cute as me. He had this annoying habit of mimicking my every move in every detail, almost as if he could read my mind! This annoyed me to no end, so I took a swing at this trespasser, and landed a pretty good blow on him. But it didn't phase him. I'd like to say I knocked all his teeth out, but he didn't appear to have any; he must have been a real tough cookie. Eventually, daddy stepped in and separated us. I shook my fist at him, and this seemed to have the desired effect, communicating that this was *my* blanket and he was not welcome.
Fortunately, he went away and hasn't returned. The purple bird has come back in his place. I like the purple bird, he jingles when you hit him.
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