Mom and I are glad you agree with us that the game, which it is supposed to be, not a book, is vile, disgusting and inhumane. She said to tell you she wrote the corporate HQ of the store...message me or email me for the name if you want to). The store itself claims they have to take what is sent. The name of the place that makes and distributes it is visible on the box.
Meanwhile, Mom's head was not as used as a perch as always. I did however send mom off to sleep with my footie just in her left ear. I do that most of the time...who knows why. Donkey and Floppy Mousie had come in just before my coming on in to bed. I announced them as always and as always, it, the announcement, makes mom smile.
Mom is leaving in a few minutes, and I will be carousing throughout the house. Mom wishes she had one of those cameras to see what I'm doing. I'm not quite as active as I used be.. But mom can still see where I dug in as I ran.
See you soon...I'm tunneling over to the sea...