This is the worst puppet show ever....
In the early afternoon, the clown has been wide awake for many long hours. Wide awake, sitting on the floor, and fussing with the pretty pink mittens Dr. McCoy gave him. Today is a therapy day. Maybe he can get them to take the damn mitten things. Not likely, though. He doesn't even know who his therapy session will be with. It varies. Sometimes it doesn't happen at all. The only guarantees for him are medication and meals.
He rubs the gloves on the floor, grumbles to himself, and hits his back against the wall in frustration. Then he goes back to his favorite tactic since having the mittens taped in place: chewing on them. They're impressively sturdy, really. If he had any actual use for mittens, he'd choose this brand, hands down. Now if he could just get rid of the damn things....
He rubs the gloves on the floor, grumbles to himself, and hits his back against the wall in frustration. Then he goes back to his favorite tactic since having the mittens taped in place: chewing on them. They're impressively sturdy, really. If he had any actual use for mittens, he'd choose this brand, hands down. Now if he could just get rid of the damn things....