Hi! Noah here.
So last weekend, The Servant Who Calls Herself Mommy and that guy she hangs around all the time took me to this weird new place.
And let me just say – it didn’t taste so hot.
It was kind of like the big bathtub I told you about last time, but even ginormouser.
Oh – and the bathtub kept attacking my toys and snatching them from me.
Luckily, The Sister Who Calls Herself Ali was there to give them back to me – for some reason, she seemed a little more in control of her toy situation.
But the Gigantic Moving Bathtub wasn’t the only weird thing going around down there.
They also had Furry Things. LOTS of Furry Things. And they weren’t like our Furry Thing that basically ignores me… these Furry Things wanted to play.
I’m pretty sure we were playing a game called “Chicken” – you know – who could make the other one leave, or at least cry, first?
The Furry Thing started the game…
So I played along. I tried grabbing it…
Explored it’s Long Bendy Thing,
Attempted a removal of the Long Bendy Thing,
And, finally, decided the only way to win would be a full-on body-slam of the Furry Thing.
And it worked. Noah: 1, Furry Thing: 0.
Oh Yeah. I’ve got skillz.
One other bizarre thing happened that I wanted to tell you about.
Yeah. I know I’ve got It, whatever It is.
And pretending to be a fish…
Uh, yeah. Can anyone say we’re not in Kansas anymore??
I got pretty worried, because I was afraid that the flying monkeys would show up any minute.
So I can’t tell you how relieved I was when we saw the pole –
A birdhouse! Of course. There aren’t REALLY flying monkeys – silly me.
At least – I don’t think there are.
I’ll be hiding behind a Furry Thing if you need me.