My Staff, in their infinite and often baffling wisdom, have procured what appears to be a human-centric puzzle box from a brand called "Smithsonian," a name that reeks of dusty halls and a distinct lack of tuna. It is, I deduce, a kit for constructing a miniature, transparent version of some noisy, smelly contraption from their horseless carriages. The supp…
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My human has presented me with what appears to be a one-eyed scientific doodad from a brand called "Smithsonian," a name that has the faint, musty sc…
My human, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, has procured a "Magna Gyroscope" from a human institution called the Smithsonian, which I can…
Ah, the Smithsonian. A brand that suggests intellectual heft, but for a product that is, at its core, a glorified lump of dirt. My human has presente…
My human, in a fit of what I can only assume was profound boredom, has acquired a small plastic tank of water and dust from a brand called "Smithsoni…
My human seems to have acquired a compressed brick of dirt for one of the smaller, louder humans that sometimes visit. They call it a "Rock and Gem D…