"Then, Mr. Wolfie, we went for a long walk and saw some duckies," he pointed to his sheets, "just like these, and he got poison ivy all over his exquisitely sculpted ankles." He rolled over, careful not to disturb any of the other stuffed animals or assorted sex toys that took up half of his bed, cuddling his stuffed wolf more tightly, a dreamy smile on his face. "But he didn't notice until mine were over his shoulders!"