I love balloons
There was a time when my hoomans first got me that they thought I was scared of balloons.
It all came about when we happened across one while out on a walk. There it was, bright orange and rolling about wildly on the ground before me.
Lets face it, if you have never seen a bright orange, 'rubber' bag of cold air before it does come as a little bit of a shock. Especially in the middle of nowhere.
But after a few tentative sniffs later I decided I should just ... well ... ignore it.
Oh how I regret that decision now!
If only I realised then what I know now
what fun they are to
*b*u*r*s*t*
That balloon wouldn't have known what had popped it bol
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