Mom calls it junk, but really it’s treasure.
I need to hide it, cuz I’m feeling the pressure.
If Mom finds it first, she’s sure to act rash.
She’ll gather it up and it’ll go in the trash.
From nubs of a crayon to magical rocks,
From Lego pieces to pairless socks,
A stale, soggy cracker I found on the floor,
Oooh what is this? An old apple core!
These are my prizes which I need to hide.
It’s crucial I carry them right by my side.
This is why pockets are really quite key.
To keep all my treasures where mom will not see.
I don’t like fake pockets, they give me false hope.
When pockets aren’t functional, I sit and I mope.
No, they must be real! I prefer them quite sturdy!
To hold all my band-aids! Maybe like thirty?
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About a week ago, a very kind customer wrote in to say that two of the "Hello Chum" sharks dresses she received in the mail had two strange discolorations on the skirt. They seemed to line up perfectly with the tape that was on the clear plastic bag holding each dress.
"That's so strange!" we wrote back, and immediately sent her two new dresses assuming it was some one-off problem with the dresses she had received. But after we heard from another customer with the same problem, and the first woman's replacement dresses ALSO had these strange discolorations, we knew something was up.
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