He couldn’t find the kiddies in their usual spot on the bed when he got home and he was mad. But nothing could prepare him for what he would experience when I finally release them from their hiding place.

He picked out his favourite and noticed much to his chagrin, how clean she was.

“She is so clean! Where is the mark on her mouth? Where is that birthmark I gave her?!”

“See! She is so clean and so cute!”

“No! She is too clean! She is not cute! Where is my Rachel?” he argued before putting the hippo to his nose.

Then he grimaced…

“She no longer have my scent!”

Boy, he was so mad he sulked over this for the next few days…