There is a specific category of toy of which I am most fond. Mommy and Daddy call them remotes, and do all that they can to ensure that I never get to play with them for more than a few moments. When I am able to play with them, however, it is pure joy. I will attempt to throw my body, risking harm, in order to acquiesce their delightful texture. I do not know why, but when I play with them, odd things happen on the magical box, and Mommy and Daddy go berserk. Perhaps they are a specific brand of magic wand. I shall investigate further.
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