My parents are running around in a flurry of boxes and phone calls and trash bags. Sometimes they stop, take a moment, look at me and say "whant whant whant YARD whant whant." THEY look excited so I get excited. Then they pet me vigorously and continue packing. Only 11 more days to go until I get this YARD thing. It must be a late Christmas present. It'd better be good for all this fuss they're going through. I haven't been getting much attention lately.
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