So, my human has waggled their noise-making screen in my face again, demanding my opinion on some crude metal beast. It appears to be a three-wheeled conveyance, garishly red, intended for a small, clumsy human. They call it a "trike." While the very idea of willingly powering a vehicle with one's own legs is offensive to my sensibilities, I must concede a …
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My human, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, has presented this... wheeled contraption. It appears to be a rudimentary vehicle for a small…
My human seems to have acquired a low-slung, four-wheeled contraption in a rather garish shade of green. They refer to it as a "Baby Balance Bike," w…
My Human has, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, acquired a large, three-wheeled metal contraption. They call it a "toddler tricycle," whi…
My human, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, has presented me with a "toddler tricycle." A cursory glance at the data confirms my suspicio…