This thing was on the deck. I don't know what it is.
It's the same color as my Wilson. But it's bigger. It's not chewable like Wilson.
Or as soft, or as dirty as my Wilson. The boy said I could catch it like I catch Wilson.
Of course, he once told me I could catch a stick, too.
But I prefer catching my Wilson. I did not like catching a stick. So I didn't.
I don't want to try to catch this thing. I think it would be like catching that old stick.
I don't really care about this thing.
I think I'll go back down to the yard and find Wilson. Wilson is better than this thing.
I am happy with my Wilson.
It's Happy Tuesday.