Dylan,
"Gobble, garb, garb, snarf" you say, twisting your little stuffed shark over the fingers of your opposite hand.
"Mister Shark" you ask, "can I have my finger back?"
"Garf, garf, gobble, roarr."
"Thank you Mister Shark!"
Dad
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