Poor Tigger's tail got caught between Meg and the scissors. He had to go away and recuperate on a high shelf until I got a chance to make repairs. Last night I stitched up his lacerations and tucked him in with his sleeping lady, and when she woke up this morning there was much delight.
"Mommy stitched up Tigger's tail. That's kind of nice. SANK 'OO, LORD!"
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