When the family came back from vacation Muhammad rushed to his room. The youngster cleared some space on top of the dresser to put a new red spray bottle fan next to the old blue one. "Mall Santa! How you doing?" meowed the blue fan.
Muhammad discovered the two misplaced toys. Their handler set the wind-up dog on its shelf, then the eight-year-old gathered up the action figure scrapheap and left. A tear ran down the forlorn dog's cheek. Later, Muhammad returned to place the mended one-man army on the shelf beside the puppy and other treasured heirlooms before going to dinner.
Surprised to be back, the major looked over at the clockwork dog. "Can I hang with you guys? Check this out, Electrico," the toy soldier proudly pointed to some excessively glued together battle damage for his friend to see.
Wind-up dog smiled heartedly. "Glad that's behind us. I had already decided that if I heard you be a jerk again to anyone I was going to poop in your hat."
