“What’s your favorite part of playing with snowmen, Twiggy?”

“I like pulling his arms. A nice twisted cord with a knot at the end.”

“I like making him squeak till everyone in the house wonders what’s going on.”

“That’s okay till you get to the stuffing and the squeaker is out.”

“Oh yeah. Then all heck breaks loose.”

“Well, you have to admit, Mom is trying to keep you out of the vet’s office.

“Lucky for us, we haven’t had to go. But it’s not from a lack of trying.”

“Watch those feet, will ya. I don’t know why you try so hard to rip toys apart.”

“I wish I could tell you. Maybe it’s the panther in me.”

“You sure give us all moments of concern.”

“Big stretch. What moments?”

“Well, like when a toy is ripped, and a big chunk is missing.”

” Feels good to stretch. We have had a few of those moments. Lucky for me, nothing came of it.”

“You can say that again. Good thing you have the stomach of a hippopotamus.”

“Oh, good shake. Well, now that I’m older, I don’t do that as much.”

“Except when you hit the leaves.”

“Okay, all this talk about eating things has me tired out.”

“I think I’ll join you.”