It's true.
I was the only toy that could make Miss C. happy when she was a baby and now I go everywhere with Master W. We hang out in his bouncy seat. We go for rides in the stroller. I even get to ride with him in the car.
I've got crinkly hooves, soft fur and a squeaker in my tummy. What more could a baby want?
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