Butters The Bean

Eat. Play. Roar.

  I was hired one afternoon for a children’s birthday party. I prepared for my regular routine by packing my red squeaky nose, my flower that squirts water, etc. I turned to the mirror, looked into my eyes and said “I got this!” I hopped into my small mouse-shaped car, and I was off.   When I …

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   I once had a neighbor named Mrs. Peabody. She was an old hairless cat whose husband had gone to bridge years ago and her children lived in different states across the country. Mrs. Peabody was hard of hearing, so I often heard her TV. She watched a lot of Jerry Springer and cooking shows.   …

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