My human sometimes leaves crinkly things near his bed.
I like the crinkly things. They're fun.
I came in last night and it was dark.
I ate some biscuits, then sniffed the floor.
I found a crinkly thing by my human's bed - a big, orange one.
I sniffed the crinkly thing.
I pawed the crinkly thing.
I jumped into the crinkly thing and rolled about.
My human shouted: 'Stop it, Clive!'
I like crinkly things.
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