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One of my favourite things is a squeeeeky toy. Wot I do is, I very quickly find out igzackly where the sqeeeek is and then I squeeek it like mad til it die. Evryone fink I am very clever to be able to find the squeeeek and do it myself, but they is usually quite pleased when the squeeek die (poor squeeek). Sista 1 and Sista 2 fink it sad because they fink the squeeeks reminds me of my babies wot woz taken away from me when I woz only a baby myself. So then I get a cuddle and quite often a treat – win win.
I got a stuffed elk wot squeeeked for Krissmas (I dunno, wot is a elk?). She fink she so funny, she call it Elk-ie Brooks and snigger at her own joke qwite a lot. I also got a stuffed squeeeeky rat from his parents. They call it Roland Rat and snigger again. And I got a stuffed wolf wot they call Wolfie Smith. Their sense of humour is qwite odd but she say maybe you have to have been there…