Ooh, breadtoy, breadtoy! I have to take it up from the floor and onto the bed, so that I can cover the sheets all with crumbs!
I will bat it and whack it and bite it and gnaw it and thwack it from here over to there! I shall hit it with left paw, and hit it with right, and poke it under the blanket it and snag it right back! I will jump at it, pounce on it, paw at it, look confused by it, snack on it a bit, and then leap away!
I will rip it to bits, and then chase them all around! And then forget some bits completely, and leave them to be found later.
I will hook a bit in my paw, and go nonf-nonf-nonf with my mouth, predator teeth trying to chew. I will claw up your foot, friend, when my battle comes too near, and I will swish my tail with the perplexity of it all.
I will back-hop and back-hop, great four-paw springs in the air. And then I will get lazy for a while, and attack while reclining.
Now, between two paws, over my mouth, it is mine, finally earned to be mine. Munch munch, hunch hunch. It is mine, all mine....
