Charlie and I are walking down the street, I took him to a playground for fluffies, he was laying on my shoulder nestled against my neck at the moment, I suddenly pick him up and set him down in from of the little playground. "Be careful and play nice Charlie."

"Okay dada", he then scampered off to the playground, he was immediately greeted in open arms by the other fluffies and he joins in on their little game of tag.

"Aren't fluffies the cutest thing?" I turn to my left, a lady in her mid-forties stands there smiling at me.

"Yeah, I love 'em."

Suddenly I hear a scream, I look over and see charlie on top of the playground equipment where he shouldn't be. All the other fluffies are shocked, others are laughing, others cheer as he does a little dance. "Charlie get down, you'll get hurt!" I call to him.

"Okay, dada!" He then leaps off onto another fluffy making it cry out in pain

"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"