The Lion Cub ran and tripped and fell (face first) into the toy box. Like the BOX itself. Hence, her first ever black eye. It's pretty mild, so I'm thankful for that. I'm also thankful (and somewhat surprised) that we made it this far in her young life before getting a black eye in the first place.
She makes for a pretty tragic figure around here and has milked it for everything it is possibly worth - including the Lamb's favourite toy puppy for snuggling (was it the only thing that would comfort her? or just part of her diabolical plan to pilfer the entire stuffed animal collection for herself? we'll never really know...) But people, don't be fooled...
it hasn't slowed her down one bit.
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