Her stomach must have been upset, or else a paper poltergeist invaded Brenda’s being, because one night she ate every paper thing she could find. Her feast didn’t stop at newspapers and magazines. She ate entire rolls of toilet paper and paper towels. I even caught her pulling off the tags from all the dog beds.
Sure beats her appetite for zippers. She’s ruined five dog beds, my rain jacket and a puffy vest by eating their zippers. I’d rather replace a few rolls of paper.
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I just read the last few postings and I am really into your tales of Brenda. They are transfixing.
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