Freddie's hot on a trail again.
He's about to find another casualty of our screwy winter.
Yes, it's his purple Walrus. Well it used to be purple anyway.
What Fred doesn't know is that this was no accident. No it was not forgotten like Rat Bas@#&d. I left that stupid toy outside because it drove me nuts in the house! Him and his stupid little squeaker that Freddie just couldn't seem to get out. He's managed to rip apart everything else in our house, but not Mr. Walrus!
Not only that, Mr. Walrus is made of a terribly good rubber and couldn't even have his silly head ripped off!
So...yes, I left him outside to freeze. Silly me forgetting he is a WALRUS!!
Well, geez! Look at him. Now I actually feel sorry for the little guy!