Wooos & A-Rooos to yous!
You pups did it - you convinced her - Mom is posting the penguin story!!! Just remember, he's a bird-brain, so don't believe everything he says.
~Star & the Jack a-Roo
A. Penguin’s Tale
by A. Penguin
Hello everyone. I’m going to tell you my story, and you might want to keep a box of tissues ready cause there are some very sad parts.
I was made by Santa’s Elves at the North Pole many years ago. I was a happy little penguin, with a cute little squeaker, red rope arms & legs, warm earmuffs and a fine little hat. My colors were bright and my polyester fur was soft.
I was thrilled when I heard that I was going for a ride in Santa’s sleigh, to find a home of my own. I was so excited while I waited with other toys, wondering what little girl or boy would see me and make me their own. One day a lady picked me up and smiled when she heard my cute little squeaker. “Oh, Star & Rosie will love this!” she said, as they put me in a pretty bag. “Oh boy!” I thought, “TWO little girls! How lucky I am!”
I waited patiently in my pretty wrapping paper, and finally it was Christmas morning & suddenly I felt the paper being ripped right off of me! Oh dear, there must be a mistake, there were two big furry creatures grabbing at my arms and legs – “Oh stop it, stop it” I squeaked! But they didn’t stop, and I discovered that “Star and Rosie” weren’t two sweet little girls after all.
They played tug-o-war with me, dragged me through the mud, bit off my ear muffs, chewed off my arms and legs, and pulled the squeaker right out of me!
The mama sewed me back up and gave me a bath, and I lived in a big box for a long time with lots of other poor souls the dogs ravaged. Once in a while I was dragged out and chewed on, just for good measure.
One day all of us toys got another bath, and I was set in the sunshine to dry.
All of a sudden, a strange new big black wolf jumped up – uh-oh, I thought to myself, here we go again...
Sure enough, he carried me off and chewed on me in the grass,
then he carried me into the house and chewed on me some more…
and now people say how cute it is that he carries me everywhere with him…. but I don’t think it’s cute at all.
Just look at me, I’m not so cute anymore, and frankly, I’m not sure how much more abuse I can take before there’s nothing left of me!
We’ve come to the end of my sad tale. Now you know what a tragic life I’ve had. Just in case I don’t make it till December.... I’ll say it now –
"Merry Christmas everyone."
Won’t someone pleeeease send me back to the North Pole Repair Shop?