The prompt is to write about my first toy in 200 words. A lot of these prompts lean pretty heavily toward autobiography it seems. Maybe I can turn this around a bit.
The dog paced through the house, looking in all the same places she looked before. I know it is bothering her and the boy that I'm missing, but sometimes, a toy has just got to get away sometimes.
It really is hard for a teapot like me to get around, even when no one is looking. I am nothing but smooth plastic, except for that little seam the boy liked to run his fingers and tongue along. I do not have legs, and I cannot even roll very far with my spout getting in the way.
Bouncing and sliding sometimes works pretty well, especially if I fall off his high chair. This time, I got lucky and managed to bounce up into the soft chair. One of the throw pillows landed on me and hid me a bit. That's why the dog couldn't find me.
I loved being played with, of course, but the boy was teething and there's slobber all inside me. I just need a minute to dry out and gather my thoughts. I'll roll off the chair soon. I just hope the woman finds me and not the dog. The dog gets even more slobber on me.
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