My daughter has a rekindled interest in her long forgotten Furby, mostly because Furby talks in baby-talk and baby talk is just about the only kind of foolishness to which I cannot cotton.So when we were going some place the other day and I told her Furby could not come with us because he roams the house in the night, seeking human flesh, and birthed a new car game Flesh for Furby
Here are some of the unspeakable things she came up with that a Furby does in the night:
- Furby walks around at night like a zombie saying "furby flesh....furby flesh..."
- Furby sneaks in at night and pulls open your eyelids and pecks out your eyes!
- Furby bites off your fingers and fries them up to make people fingers!
- Furby rips out your throat, cracks open your head and uses your throat as a straw to suck your brains out!
(Edit - It pleases me that the default bullet points have me recounting Furby's crimes with decorative flower accents)
I wish I had read this before brunch, I would have loved to talk to her about Flesh for Furby!
ReplyDeleteNatalie referred me to this post; I read your blog intermittently but this one was a "must do"...
ReplyDeleteMy freshly seven-year-old Lucy credits all sorts of nonsense to objects both animate and inanimate.
Come to think of it, my sister and I do, too.
Nonsense? Look that furby in the eye and tell me his sharp little beak has never tasted blood....
ReplyDeleteI suggest you introduce both the Furby and your Daughter to Ling Ling, an owl-like creature who spreads love and not death and destruction.
ReplyDelete(http://nataliedepp.blogspot.com/2007/06/ling-ling-ling-ling.html)
We had to throw away Lucy's vinyl "Froggy" backpack because it kept threatening to eat her. Granted, I was the one who made up the voice and fiddled around with the zipper so it resembled a glistening maw, but still...the trash? And we love us some frogs-n-toads 'round here.
We have Totoro in our lives, so it offers a balancing of the elements. Right now, though, it's all Pokemon all the time with her. I frankly don't know how Furby managed to slip through, unless he sneaks over and whispers "you LOVE Furby" over and over while she sleeps.
ReplyDelete