Last night, I was just laying here minding my own business and then I heard Mommy sewing.
I went into her sewing room to see what she was making. I was just in time. She had dropped a piece of white fabric on the floor and hadn't noticed. I quietly walked in, picked up the piece and left, Mommy didn't even notice. The chase was on when Papa saw what I had. When the running and rapid chewing and swallowing ended. Papa was mad because he lost the game. Mommy was mad because I ate her fabric.
Look at me, I am happy.
Mommy, I'm sorry I ate your quilt fabric. Don't still be mad at me because I not feeling so good this morning.
Look at me, not so happy.
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