DEM BONES DEM BONES
I feel terrible. I should have realised that leaving the telly on for Elf when I go out and allowing him unsupervised viewing would result in an unhealthy influence on his behaviour. He has clearly been taken in by reports of the impending zombie apocolypse and started to stockpile his Bonios as a precaution. He's been asking for treats in the kitchen then unbeknownst to us, obviously scuttled off to bed and buried them - this little cache was found under his duvets this morning. Anyway, I've told him not to be silly and that there's is no need to worry about zombies - it's the vampires that'll get him.
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