I have come to believe that my stuffed toys are plotting against me. Missing chicken, disappearing balls, strange noises that send me into a rage at night. Normally the noises wouldn't be an issue, but even I need my beauty rest. Although I have been unable to catch them red-handed, I decided to make an example of one of them by tearing out it's stuffing. You would think seeing their friend's insides strewn across the room would give them pause for thought, but still chicken goes missing. I may need to take more extreme measures.
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