Mark Atwood (fallenpegasus) wrote,
Mark Atwood

So I heard Sasha batting something around, picking it up, dropping it, and batting it again. I thought it was just one of the little foil balls I have about the apt for that very reason.

But I look over at her, and her "toy" is an odd shade of green. A green that is instantly recognizable.

The little monster had pulled over my wallet onto the floor, had pulled out my cash, and was knocking twenty dollar bills around the floor.

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