I, McGee, love my mommy! My mommy is bummed because the TV is borked, so I went out in the wain and I hunted and hunted weally hard, and it was even thundering and I brought this to her to make it better for her:
She must've wiked it because she picked it up with a towel and put it away for later. I am bery sure I am my Mommy's favorite.
Mom here: I noted that McGee was growling and guarding something. He came right over to me where I was standing and laid it right at my feet. I told him what a good boy he was and thanked him for being so very brave.