My dark secret

Other than Mango, mum and me, I am convinced that there is some monster living together with us.

Every morning, this monster breaks into a long-winded, out-of-tune song. I detest it with every wire hair I have. When mum does not wake up soon enough to break up the song, I take things into my own hands:



I sure can sing better!



Wiry Cheers,
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