Our hearts were heavy when we first found out that Natasha's tiny groundhog, Phil, had been kidnapped from her cubicle. Phil was a member of the MUD family, and I looked forward to seeing his little tuxedo clad body every day. I didn't even hold it against him that he chose to keep the Beanie Baby tag on at all times. He was a lovable little plush. I started to blame myself. Maybe if I had let the staff have that stuffed animal daycare center, this wouldn't have happened. Posters were hung. Candlelight vigils were planned.
And then a miracle happened. Phil sent us all a letter, letting us know he'd staged his own abduction. Seems he'd fallen for Alyssa's white monkey in the cubicle across the way. Phil feared we'd judge him--interplushal relationships are still frowned upon by some backward folk--and when he found she was carrying his monkhog, the two eloped. They were married in Vegas and have now embarked upon a journey together. He promises updates periodically.
Hurry home Phil and Monkey Girl. We miss you.
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wow-at least the spammers will comment on my blog.
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