Poor Herbert. He’s not half the snake he used to be. One night with Daisy and it was poor Herbert’s last hurrah.
Herbert had it all. Three LOUD, easy to activate squeakers and lots of fuzzies. It was love at first sight for Daisy….unfortunately for Herbert.
Daisy and Herbert were inseparable.
She poked his squeakers with her nose….
Rolled him around….
And then finally got down to business.
The next thing we knew, the squeakers that promised to continue squeaking even after being punctured were squeaking no more. In fact, they were rattling. Very appropriate for a snake, it’s true, but not for a squeaker toy!
Then we found the inevitable trail of evidence….
….and discovered that Herbert had given his all for love.
He’s still with us, bless his tenacious little heart, but he’s a silent friend now.
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