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Neighbor steals your Christmas tree decorations!

My name is Henry and I am the survivor of a recent kidnapping. My light moment is burned out but at least my plug is still intact. I have no idea what our next door neighbor was thinking, dragging me halfway across the yard like that. Did she honestly believe that I would be at home with a twinkle like infested Rudolf. I know that she has had her eye on me since I came to live with the Smiths about three years ago.

I was rescued at about two weeks ago. Little Johnny hopped the fence unplugged me and carried me home under his arm like a football. He didn't set me up quite the way that dad would but I am sure some minor adjustments will be made soon. I'm just happy that I have a new lightbulb and I'm back to where I feel all loved and cared about once again. I know it may seem silly but plastic penguins have feelings too. I missed my family. I still don't understand what Mrs. Smith was thinking. Why didn't she have Johnny come rescue me sooner?

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