Curious, he poked his nose into the brown paper bag. It smelled familiar, but he couldn't quite place it... he stuck his snout farther in, nose twitching, almost knowing but not.
Just as he thought he may have placed the smell, he sneezed twice only to find the paper bag was now stuck determinedly over his head.
He sneezed a third time, just to be sure. It remained, clinging to his face with the same dedication that kept chewed gum stuck in hair. If that was the case, perhaps only peanut butter could free him from this crinkly brown prison.
He liked peanut butter. He liked it almost as much as he liked his rubber toy, but the toy was bette