Was it a Minion walkie-talkie?
No.
Was it the inexplicably golden painted, Thomas the Tank Engine?
No.
Was it Cat Boy (????)
No.
In a twist away from the usual culprit, Triceratops, it was Velociraptor, in the dark hallway.
I was only heading up to tell the Cat in the Hat and her brother to stop singing ‘Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer’ and go to sleep.
At least it wasn’t the family jewels this time.
BSD
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