I needed to find out if a secret substance was inside of my orange tennis bally. It was a very important classyfried mission, critical to little dog with no tail security. You will have to trust me on that.
I carefully took off its skin. I started to eat it to hide evidence of the dissecticamation, but Mommy found it and took it away. I don’t think she told anyone about the secret mission though. I hopes not!
Inside was a gray rubbery substance.
It wasn’t what I was looking for, so I ate it. Or most of it anyway before Daddy saw it and took it. I don’t know why he wanted it—it didn’t taste all that good anyway.