This week, Mama said I’ve been “wound up.” I don’t feel wound up, I feel just as straight as I usually am, but Mama said I needed to get a job. She said something about idle minds and that mental exercise is just as important as physical exercise. What the heck is a job? Well it turns out I got the best job ever last night. Mama took some of my favorite toys and treats last weekend and she put them in an ICE CUBIE for me and my job was to rescue everything.
fat mouth but this one was much harder to crunch.
|Don't worry, Piggy, I'll save you!|
And after I ate that chunk, I went back to my job of rescuing Squeaky Pig. It took me a really long time to do my job and by the time I was done, I felt ready to go to bed.
Do you have a job too?