Mumbles died last week after a very tragic accident. Holly was traumatised!
He had been with us for a number of years, was loved by both Jack and Holly and always made us smile with his funny ways.
That came to an abrupt end last week when the carer (Marion) accidentally sat on him and crushed him. Holly was devastated and traumatised. The first I knew of this tragedy was when I came through and Holly was trying valiantly to bring him back to life.
But it was too late as his head had been crushed and was lolling on top of his body. She tried her very best but it was not to be. Mumbles was gonna mumble no more.
You should have seen Holly's face. She looked so forlorn and sad that I burst out laughing! "So how did that happen?" I asked. "His head was under the sofa and when Marion sat down you just heard this almighty crack!" she mumbled (pardon the pun). Then it was my turn to look bemused cos there is very little that you can get under my sofa as it is so low, least of all a penguin's head!
"So how did Mumbles get under there all by himself" I asked?" To which she just shook her head, all the while trying to put his head back on! "Well he didn't get there by himself and you were the last one touching him cos you took his batteries out for using on the Wii remote" I stated "so it must have been you who inadvertently got him trapped under there".
I stood there looking at her sternly, hands on hips and a wee tear trickled down her face and I said in a very evil voice "you toy murderer!!!" and laughed so hard I nearly peed myself. Meanwhile Holly is really crying now saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry but it wasn't me who sat on his head". Through my tears of mirth I managed to splutter "no but you got him stuck under the sofa so it is your fault" as she howled forlornly. Then to really drive it home I added "and how are you gonna explain to Jack that you killed his Mumbles?".
Now she was mortally wounded at this accusation and told me "I'd gone too far!" as I rolled around on the swirly chair, absolutely dying with laughter. The more devastated she looked the funnier it was and all I could think was "but it's a toy!".
Eventually I persuaded her to part with him and to put him in the bin cos he was beyond help. Really, truly he was.
For the rest of the week, every time I looked at her, I would crack up laughing and imitate a Happy Feet dance. My daughter was not amused.
He had been with us for a number of years, was loved by both Jack and Holly and always made us smile with his funny ways.
That came to an abrupt end last week when the carer (Marion) accidentally sat on him and crushed him. Holly was devastated and traumatised. The first I knew of this tragedy was when I came through and Holly was trying valiantly to bring him back to life.
But it was too late as his head had been crushed and was lolling on top of his body. She tried her very best but it was not to be. Mumbles was gonna mumble no more.
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| mumbles before his demise |
"So how did Mumbles get under there all by himself" I asked?" To which she just shook her head, all the while trying to put his head back on! "Well he didn't get there by himself and you were the last one touching him cos you took his batteries out for using on the Wii remote" I stated "so it must have been you who inadvertently got him trapped under there".
I stood there looking at her sternly, hands on hips and a wee tear trickled down her face and I said in a very evil voice "you toy murderer!!!" and laughed so hard I nearly peed myself. Meanwhile Holly is really crying now saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry but it wasn't me who sat on his head". Through my tears of mirth I managed to splutter "no but you got him stuck under the sofa so it is your fault" as she howled forlornly. Then to really drive it home I added "and how are you gonna explain to Jack that you killed his Mumbles?".
Now she was mortally wounded at this accusation and told me "I'd gone too far!" as I rolled around on the swirly chair, absolutely dying with laughter. The more devastated she looked the funnier it was and all I could think was "but it's a toy!".
Eventually I persuaded her to part with him and to put him in the bin cos he was beyond help. Really, truly he was.
For the rest of the week, every time I looked at her, I would crack up laughing and imitate a Happy Feet dance. My daughter was not amused.
