A present fromt he ECG

My East Coast Grandmother sent me this present. It's a caterpillar that winds up, then slinks around. It makes a funny noise, so I wanted to kill it. Of course, Chicco was afraid of it. As much as a jock-dog as he is, he is a scaredy cat. Okay, it's true. I hide under the bed when fireworks come, and he doesn't. And I have issues with heights. But still, I'm not as wimpy as he would like you to think!

Back to my caterpillar. In a huge gesture of unfairness, Mom took it away from me. Something about it not being a dog toy and how it could break into tiny sharp parts.

But then why does Papa' get to play with it still?