I observed their stares.
Wide eyes. Full of Fear.
What was going on?
Aren't they supposed to like me?
Aren't they supposed to cuddle me?
Just yesterday,
they gave me my favourite!
I guess I have to get back,
to the hole in the wall,
to the stuffy "home",
to get my favourite red meat.
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They gave you your favorite...? I was looking for an answer to that one. Loved the picture. I'm taking it you went from cuddly teddy bear to the real thing and hence the need for meat. Good stuff.
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