Poor Mr. Yellow Star

He came into my life about a month ago. At first it was a very distant relationship. I did not play with him very much. I did notice he had a squeaker that eventually would have to dealt with but I decided to bide my time and just see what would happen. I slept with him a couple of times. That was okay, he was certainly no leopard print ball that we won't talk about what happened to either at this time. Then just today, I don't know what happened. I was just lying there and he looked at me funny. I mean he had major attitude. I could have elected to act like I didn't notice it but then what kind of message would that have been sending? So I showed him just who was boss. No longer will he lie there taunting me. He has gone on to plushie toy heaven. He is literally just a shell of his former self. There have been times when I denied that it was me that caused the carnage, but not this time. I stood there, okay lied there in all my glory and allowed Ma and Pa to see what i had been up to. The proud hunter had returned from the forest and he had slain the yellow fuzzy star.