“So why are some toys out in the backyard?”

“Dad tossed them out here. He said it is cool enough to play in the yard.”

“I don’t remember giving anyone permission to fling Marshmallow into the wilds.”

“Call me crazy, but I don’t think Dad needs permission.”

“I’ll ask you to leave Marshmallow alone.”

“Just taking a sniff. I know it’s your precious pal.”

“So, maybe we can play tug-of-war with Elf.”

“Not sure Elf would like that, but it is a possibility.”

“Okay, I’m coming down.”

“Lookout, world, here comes the sumo wrestler.”

“Alright, so let’s go.”

“Come get Elf.”

“A quick stroll and I will have him.”

“A morning walk, you mean.

“Here he is. Okay, Elf, you are on my team. Where you going, Tempeste?”

“With all the fooling around I have a urge for a nap.”

“Well, that does it. I can’t play tug-of-war by myself.”

“No. You can play with Marshmallow.”

“Maybe a snooze will do you good.”

“Sounds like you don’t approve.”

“Who am I to say whether or not you take a nap?”

“That’s true. So what will you do?”

“Hmm. Maybe I’ll go inside and see it I can weasel a treat.”

“Wait. That sounds way more fun than a nap.”