Pete's Expert Summary
My Human has presented a curious wooden object, ostensibly for the smaller, louder human that sometimes inhabits my space. It appears to be a collection of small, flat wooden squares, each bearing the likeness of some garishly colored creature, all housed within a larger wooden box shaped like a building. The purpose, as far as I can deduce from the simple shapes and bright primary colors, is for the small human to engage in the tedious task of sorting. While the act of "learning" is entirely beneath me, the individual wooden blocks themselves show promise. They seem to have the ideal weight and density for being batted under low-clearance furniture, and the case, once emptied of its noisy occupants, might make for an acceptable, albeit cramped, napping spot.
Key Features
- The Gang's All Here: Elmo, Big Bird, Abby Cadabby, Oscar, Cookie Monster, Grover, Count Von Count, Ernie, and Bert are all here and ready to play
- 123 Sesame Street: is where the party's at! Join Elmo and his friend from the neighborhood on a fun mix and sorting adventure with this wooden Sesame Street play set
- Fun Developmental Toy: This toy helps kids develop fine motor, counting, and sorting skills while encouraging creative expression and imaginative play
- What's Included: This 7.5 x 10 inch Kids Preferred 123 Sesame Street Wood Brownstone Building Mix and Sort Wooden Play Set Puzzle with Storage Case comes with 9 of your favorite characters from Sesame Street
- Want More Sesame Street: Check out the other Kids Preferred officially licensed Sesame Street toys! From stuffed animals, to blankets, to toys, we have it all
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The new thing arrived with the usual fanfare—the crinkle of a bag, the tearing of cardboard, and the Human’s high-pitched cooing. From my observation post atop the bookshelf, I watched as they placed a wooden effigy of a city building on the rug. It smelled of fresh paint and sawdust, a combination that piqued my professional interest. The Small Human was immediately drawn to it, rattling the contents with clumsy hands before being whisked away for a nap. Silence descended. This was my moment. I landed silently on the rug, my paws making no sound. The building, this "123 Sesame Street," was a crude representation, but solid. A simple metal latch held its doors shut. A flick of my claw was all it took to spring the lock. The facade swung open, revealing the interlopers. Nine of them, staring blankly up at me from their neat compartments. A grotesquely cheerful red one, a lanky yellow bird, a surly green fellow in a can... a whole syndicate of weirdos. They thought they could just move into my territory? Unacceptable. My mission was clear: this neighborhood needed to be cleansed. I began with the blue one, the one the Human called "Cookie Monster." A calculated tap sent him skittering across the hardwood, his painted smile doing nothing to save him as he disappeared under the entertainment center. Next, the red one, "Elmo." He flew through the air in a graceful arc, landing silently in the shoe basket by the door. I worked with methodical precision, a gray ghost of vengeance. Each block was dispatched to a different, obscure corner of the room. The big yellow bird behind the curtains, the two who were always together under the armchair, the green grouch into the empty fireplace. With the residents evicted, I turned my attention to the property itself. The now-empty brownstone was quiet, a hollow wooden shell. I stepped inside, my whiskers brushing the edges of the vacant compartments. It was a perfect fit. The cool wood was soothing against my fur, and the slight enclosure offered a sense of security and dominion. The Human would return to find the puzzle scattered, a testament to the chaos I could unleash. But they would also find me, curled peacefully in my newly conquered fortress. The blocks were mere projectiles, but the box? The box is prime real estate. It stays.
