Tweety Bird lived a charmed live. Cuddles from babies and hugs from toddlers. Comfy cribs, secure playpens and soft beds was where he always perched. Then in a twisted turn of fate, one 6 year boy offered up the luxurious living Tweety Bird to the grim reaper of stuffies, the deliverer of doom to teddys, the gatekeeper at the entrance to plush toy terror, the..... ok you get the picture! With a soft, gentle mouth, laden with dastardly intent, Angus took the innocent offering and sauntered off to his lair, or the front porch as we like to call it. It was over before it started, the stiching wasn't strong enough, the hat was to floppy to resist, those big pleading eyes could not change the twisted ending that had to happen. I can only hope it was quick and painless, but deep down I know it wasn't. Goodbye Tweety Bird.
