Toffee And The Disappearing Socks

Dear Old Man and Old Woman,

First and foremost, I must apologise for the shattered vase incident. In my defence, it was just begging to be knocked over, and it made such a delightful crash. The pieces are now scattered all over the floor with sunlight shining through the shards. I hope you can appreciate the artistic value I brought to the situation.

I'd also like to apologize for the mysteriously vanishing socks. It's not that I dislike your taste in footwear; I simply couldn't resist turning my new cardboard box into a sock sanctuary. It's very comfortable in there now. You may have lost socks but I have created a tribute to your impeccable sock selection skills. 

As for last night, I hope you appreciated my late-night serenade. I know you value your beauty sleep, but I couldn't resist belting out my rendition of "Meow-cappella" at 3am. Don't worry, my singing career is now on hold - until the next time.

Look at this: 

Such a naughty book from the irrepressible Toffee!

Here's her other book: Not So Sweet Toffee

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