On Wednesday the 3rd, it was my fifteenth birthday. I came home from school with my one present bag, and this is what greeted me:
It's not that I don't like being greeted with that adorable face - it's just her reaction (or over reaction) to my present that I didn't like...
"Now, let's see. What have we here?"
"A BEAR!? I LOVE THESE THINGS!"
"Aww, it's so cute! Can I eat it?"
"What do you mean 'No'?!"
"Why not? All of the other presents are for things with fingers - a drawing pad, some colouring pencils and some drawing pencils. I have PAWS!"