I’ve come to the realization that because of Chuck Billy I can’t have squeaky toy friends. While helping Dad organize the basement I discovered a squeaky toy hiding amongst the boxes. Immediately I brought this new friend upstairs to show Chuck Billy.
While Chuck Billy examined my new friend, I pondered what to name her.
But before I realized what was happening, Chuck Billy stole Ms. Chicken from me and began attacking her!
Stop it! I whimpered! Ok, looking back I realize I probably should have barked. Then I tried to wrestle Ms. Chicken from his grasp.
But alas, I was no match for Chuck Billy’s inner wolf. He was determined to kill my new friend.
After the carnage was over, do you know what Chuck Billy said to me?
Did he seriously think my squeaky toy would taste like chicken?! Then tired from his exertions, Chuck Billy settled in for a nap.
I spent the remainder of the afternoon pondering the friendship that could have been, while remembering the few cherished moments we had together.