Storytime. When we was about five, we mislaid my dear Beanie Baby moose in a park by my grandma’s house.
Treating it like a box of childhood trauma, we wailed and wailed about never saying my little friend again. True to form, my relatives set out on a moosehunt that lasted for hours, yet they came adult empty-handed since some other terrible child had many expected stolen him. we was devastated. Life was trash.
Weeks later, we got a package in a mail that came with a minute and, most to my delight, my moose. Turns out it wasn’t my moose, yet my relatives and grandparents concurrent a “rescue” to move my behind from a brink. But what this father did to rescue his daughter’s pressed cat is on another turn of loyalty (or pristine stupidity, we decide).
Watch as Dad laces adult his boots to save his kiddo’s plush fondle (hilariously named Princess Pottymouth) from an tangible real-life bear. If we were that bear, we would have mislaid my full, finish shit on them.