It was a fairly happy meeting, at least from Margaret's point of view. I'm not sure what STG is into, so if he (she?) enjoys being gummed to sogginess, she (he?) probably enjoyed it.
Anyway, we first had the sighting.
And then the joy at seeing the tinkly monster after such a long absence.
Joy caused, obviously, by the anticipation of chowing down on the malevolent toy. She began by sizing up her opponent. Sizing it up with tongue outstretched.
And then she pounced.
Deciding that the particular portion she had her teeth on wasn't exactly what she wanted, she strongarmed the giraffe around. (It takes a lot of muscle to move a giraffe who doesn't want to move)
She nibbled daintily on the horn which refuses to give us any information as to gender.
And then moved the giraffe again.
And chewed a bit more heartily.
He tried to get away, as stuffed giraffes will if let.
But she dragged him back.
And exulted, victorious, over the carcass of the slobbered.
She then, tired from her labors, rested.
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