My mostest favorite toy got gone. 
I looked for him everywhere on furniture that is higher than I am tall and under everything lower than I am short. My brain ran out of places to look for my wooley purple lamb. My whole self was sad because, ever since I was a little boy, I chewed on Baa Baa, slept with him and took him with me everywhere I went. Then one day, a very long time later, I was digging for food crumbs between pillows on my couch when I spotted a chewed-up purple tail. I tugged on it so hard Baa Baa sailed way high across the room – with one of my old chew bones stuck to his tummy. I jumped to the floor and ran my paws to him as fast as I could, put him in my mouth and wouldn’t let go except for when I had to potty. I tried dragging him with me to the yard but he got stuck on the step so I did my business fast-like and picked him up on my way back in then laid on top of him so he could hear my heart beat happy.
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His point! 