Sunday, March 18, 2007

It’s Mission Impossible, Baby

Little Moo is on a crusade to save the earth; one newspaper at a time.

Seemingly appalled at her fathers blatant disregard for Mother Earth with his constant newspaper buying antics but aided greatly by his inability to put anything away once he’s finished with it, Little Moo is on a mission to reduce to a mushy pulp, each and every newspaper she can get her grubby little mitts on.

Not having the funds to buy expensive machinery (being that she is only 8 months old and not yet eligible for pocket money), she is quite prepared to masticate the inky pages to the desired consistency and leave them in small, easy to handle, piles of wet sticky mush around the house for mummy to step in, slip on, or rescue from the choking dogs throat at all hours of the day or night.

Any person attempting to thwart her paper chewing crusade by moving said newspapers out of reach or to another room will be viciously attacked by wails and screams at such ear splitting decibels that they will think their head is being split open with an axe and that their eardrums are made of crystal and about to explode at any second.

You have been warned.

Stop her at your peril; this is a baby on a mission!


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