Pete's Expert Summary
Honestly, my human must think I'm some kind of financial advisor. This box from "Learning Resources" is clearly intended for the smaller, less-refined humans who occasionally visit. It’s a pile of paper rectangles and plastic discs they call "money," meant to teach them about… well, who cares. For me, the appeal is obvious. The paper bills look delightfully shreddable and are likely to flutter in a most enticing way when batted from the top of the cat tree. The small plastic coins, however, are the real prize. Their size and material suggest they will skitter magnificently across the hardwood floors, providing an excellent chase before their inevitable disappearance under the stove. A tool for "learning," perhaps, but a far better one for generating high-quality chaos.
Key Features
- GAME FOR KIDS: Use the realistic play money to teach lessons in making change, identifying value, and adding and subtracting.
- REALISTIC MONEY: Made from heavy-duty paper and printed on both sides, each pretend bill is ready for countless pretend cash transaction
- PLAY MONEY FOR KIDS: The play money is a 3/4 scale of actual American Dollars. Includes 60 pretend bills include 20 $1s, 20 $5s, 10 $10s, and 10 $20s.
- GREAT VALUE: The set also includes a full assortment of 90 plastic coins, including 30 pennies, 20 nickels, 20 dimes, and 20 quarters. Pretend bills measure 6.25" x 2.625", pretend coins range from .80" (penny) - .995" (quarter
- GIVE THE GIFT OF LEARNING: Whether you’re shopping for holidays, birthdays, or just because, toys from Learning Resources help you discover new learning fun every time you give a gift! Ideal gift for Halloween, Christmas, Stocking Stuffers, Easter Baskets Stuffers or even for Homeschool.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The new offering arrived not in a crinkly bag or a box promising fish-flavored delights, but in a dull, rectangular prison of cardboard. The human placed it on the floor for the small, shrieking visitor she calls her "niece." I watched from my throne—the velvet armchair—as they spilled the contents onto the rug. A flurry of green paper and a clatter of plastic circles. The small human fumbled with them, trying to arrange them in neat piles, a futile effort I could have warned her about. Her attention, like that of most her age, lasted approximately seven minutes before she was distracted by a colorful moving picture on the human's light-box. She left the mess behind. My moment had come. I descended from the armchair with the silent grace of a shadow. My first target was a crisp twenty-dollar bill. I nudged it with my nose. It rustled. A promising start. I gave it a gentle pat, and it cartwheeled through the air before landing softly. I pounced, pinning it with both paws, and gave it a ceremonial "kill bite." The heavy-duty paper held up for a moment before yielding to my superior jaw strength. Satisfying, but I craved more of a challenge. That's when I saw it: a tiny, gleaming copper disc. A "penny," the human had called it. With a flick of my paw, I sent the penny skating across the polished wood floor. It spun and slid, a perfect, silent blur of motion that triggered every hunter instinct I possess. I was on it in a flash, batting it again, this time with more force. It shot under the entertainment center, lost to the dust-bunny kingdoms of the underworld. A worthy chase. Then I discovered the quarters. They were heavier, faster. One well-aimed swat sent a quarter ricocheting off the leg of the coffee table with a delightful *clack*, its trajectory unpredictable and thrilling. I was a god of finance, directing the market with a swipe of my paw. The small human would learn about commerce. I had learned something far more valuable. These little tokens were not for trade; they were for sport. The paper was my confetti, the coins my prey. By the time my human returned, the living room looked like a bank had exploded. Bills were shredded, and the coin supply had been significantly diminished, with most of it now residing in the dark, inaccessible places of my domain. She sighed, but I simply blinked slowly, a king surveying his glorious, chaotic realm. This toy was not just worthy; it was a masterpiece of unintended consequences.
