There once was a purple Monkey Man. Complete. Whole. Happy.
Some even say loved.
Time passed.
Life was good. Simple, quiet, but good.
Until one fateful Thursday night...
An ear...a hand...an arm...yet he still smiled. Oh, the courage.
Who could have committed such a heinous act?
I hate to suspect this sweet soul, but all signs (and stuffing) point to a certain dachshund.
And any doubts were erased when I saw the crazy in his eyes.
Life was good. Simple, quiet, but good.
Until one fateful Thursday night...
An ear...a hand...an arm...yet he still smiled. Oh, the courage.
Who could have committed such a heinous act?
I hate to suspect this sweet soul, but all signs (and stuffing) point to a certain dachshund.
And any doubts were erased when I saw the crazy in his eyes.
No guilt. No remorse. He just wanted more.
Always more.
At least I found the arm.
I feel I will be finding purple carnage for weeks.
Who's next on this brutal and violent spree? Duckie? Squeaky Squirrel? Beloved Rope Mouse?
Beware dog.
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