I went in the closet and turned on the light. To my horror, I saw many many stuffies trapped in a plastic prison. What cruel and unusual punishment!
“HELP US! PLEASE! HELP! SOMEONE, ANYONE! LET US OUT!” they cried.
I had to get them out.
The first to come out of the box was a frog.
“Ribbit,” he croaked.
“Jump down and I’ll catch you,” I said.
The next was an eagle.
“I have wings. I can fly down,” she said.
One by one, the stuffies came out of the box. I caught them one by one (the birds flew down separately).
“FREEDOM!” they cheered. They gave each other hugs and high fives. But there were still more trapped in the box.
“Or perhaps Prince Ajdin?” another asked.