A couple of years ago, The Man told me that his coworker had lost a food storage container to a work thief. Inspired, I immediately assembled Mr. Tuppy B. Ware. Thanks to a particularly giggly session between The Man, his sister and me, Tuppy soon had many adventures. Sadly, Tuppy has been shelved since then, but his glistening green eyes have let me know that the time has come to see more of the world.
I would like to introduce you to Tuppy, and will continue his story... in pictures.
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| I woke up here... I was in a very nice dish rack in a warm room, and suddenly it went black. I keep hearing someone referring to a "Mr. Finger" but am not sure of what that means. |
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| I don't know what day this is. At least they let me out of the cage and are feeding me well. I'm a little startled by the position of the fork, though. Why did they stab the salad like that? |
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| I have weird captors. They took me on a tour of the Whaley House, which is super haunted. Like I'm not already scared enough? Plus the whole fork thing??? |
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| I guess they felt kind of bad after the ghostie stuff, because we went to the candy store afterwards. I don't know how I'm supposed to eat caramel with no teeth. |
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| This is something they call a mar-gar-ita. It's a fun word to say after you've had a couple of these. |
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| Seriously? That's just mean. I have zero balance right now after that mar-gar-ita. |
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| SEE????????? |
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| After they picked me up off the ground, we went to a store. I guess this is their way of showing me where Tuppies come from. I'm pretty sure the birds and bees would suffocate in there! |
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