Gilbert the Good and the Squeaker

 

Gilbert the Good and the Squeaker

I am sorry to report that my honking duck has been confiscated once again. I deconstructed it the other day and removed the squeaker. It is beyond repair – the squeaker, that is.

I think Janice can repair the duck. I hope so, anyway. Strangely, she didn’t want to do it immediately. She said something about it being ‘all slobbery.’ I was quite insulted. I don’t slobber. I know I dribble water all over the floor when I have a drink but that’s because I’m in a hurry. There’s always something else needing my attention.

This is our water bucket. It used to contain fish food. There is another full bucket in the garage, maybe even two. I think there may have been a special offer . . . Whatever the reason, it’s going to take a long time before those buckets are emptied ‘cos all the fish have disappeared, again.

 

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                    Gilbert                                

He's lost his voice

He's lost his voice

This is Gilbert's lion. He enjoys ragging it and it's beginning to look a little the worse for wear . . . 

. . . particularly at the back. 

This morning he was enjoying a good old rough and tumble with it, making it squeak loudly.

The squeaking seemed to increase in volume, which was a little strange, until I looked at Gilbert more closely and saw that lion and squeaker had parted company.

Gilbert looked a little disappointed, though not entirely surprised, when I prised the squeaker from his slavering jaws . . . no, I exaggerate . . . when I took it from his mouth. 

'You spoil all my fun,' he said.

Gilbert does not need assistance from a squeaker to make a noise. He is more than capable of making a lot of noise all by himself.

I cleared up the stuffing that had been generously spread around the sitting room. The lion is not noticeably slimmer and will look much the same as ever after I've repaired him, but, alas, he's lost his voice.

On a different note, I await fine, sunny weather so that Gllbert's toys can be washed and then quickly dried outside. It's one of life's little joys, to see toys hanging on the line.

p.s: Gilbert and his lion were almost the same size when Gilbert came to live with us!