At first he wasn't sure.
He wondered - who was this squishy little stranger that
mum and dad brought home from the grocery store?
And why didn't they just get cookies?
He tolerated the new boy, because everyone else seemed
to like him, all the while wondering when he'd be going back.
But a few months later, the new boy was still there, and not
so new any more, always hanging around, watching him,
grabbing at his things with sticky fingers. Not cool man.
And then he noticed the one they kept referring to as "your brother"
sitting beside him at the table, drinking from a cup, eating from a bowl.
And he realized, this dude was staying.
And, realizing the "brother" was not going to be returned for a
refund, decided to give him a chance.
He laid down some ground rules: he told his brother
he could touch CERTAIN toys only.
The brother agreed to the terms but secretly had other ideas.
And suddenly the two were mooching around the house
mischievously, taunting the dog, raiding cupboards,
and creating watery messes on the kitchen floor...
And rolling around together, tickling, fighting, playing.
And he decided to let the little dude stay.
But he told the little boy, in no uncertain terms,
that if he EVER touched McQueen, the deal would be off the table.