When I was young, and if I had gone missing, mum knew she would find me on dad's tractor seat. It was lovely with all ripped plastic and lots of foam padding. He put a new seat in it because he said this one was scruffy and uncomfortable. It wasn't the same! I don't sleep there any more since he took my favourite seat away.
You're not going to make me get out are you?
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