When things get slow at the store, I start looking around at all the products I could potentially buy for Arthur, which is good for him but not so good for my bank account. Today I was eyeing the hamburger and the chicken leg, but settled on a nubbly minty ball, which claims to have breath-freshening properties. We'll see about that.
I really just bought it because it's funny to watch Arthur play with toys that tickle the roof of his mouth, although now I'm feeling like I should have gone with the chicken. I could've called him Henry the VIII. Chomp, chomp.
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