This Tuesday, we had a funeral for Twilight's favorite toy ever. Mr. Giraffe. She would gnaw on his eyes while snuggling him. If anyone took away her Mr. Giraffe, she would be mad. We weren't sure how long he'd last, but we thought he'd last a while. The other day, I walked into the living room to check on her. She was quietly gnawing on his eyes and I thought nothing of it. As I sat down next to her, I noticed that there was stuffing all around Mr. Giraffe. Twilight was very upset that I took him away. He had a gaping hole in his arm. I said to her "I'm sorry that I took Mr. Giraffe away, but you killed him!" Everyone in the kitchen laughed. We all felt bad that we took him away, so we let her have him for another day. My brother found his arm in one corner of the room and the rest of Mr. Giraffe's body in the other the next day. He had a hole in the other arm and one in the leg. So we buried him in the trash. Twilight seemed pretty lost after that. We'll all remember you Mr. Giraffe!
