Pete's Expert Summary
So, my human has presented me with this... *thing*. A "Melissa & Doug Farm Sound Puzzle." The brand is a dead giveaway; it's one of those purveyors of offensively cheerful wooden objects designed for miniature, sticky-fingered humans. This one is a flat board with holes in it, shaped like barnyard animals I've only seen through the window. The premise is appallingly simple: put the wooden animal in its matching hole, and it makes a noise. A deeply undignified, low-fidelity noise, I imagine. While the sheer lack of aerodynamics makes it useless for skittering across the hardwood, the little red pegs on the pieces do present a certain... bat-able quality. The true appeal, if any exists in this slab of primary-colored boredom, might be its potential for audible annoyance, a new tool in my arsenal for summoning the can-opener.
Key Features
- 8-piece wooden peg puzzle makes realistic farm animal sounds when pieces are placed in puzzle board
- Pictures of animals under pieces help with matching
- TIP: Puzzle has light-activated sensors; for best results, expose the sensor by removing a piece in a brightly lit room, then make the sound play by replacing the piece in the board
- Promotes matching, fine motor skills, and language development
- Makes a great gift for girls and boys, ages 2 to 5, for hands-on, screen-free play; 2 AAA batteries required, not included
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The insult arrived in a box of its own, a garish thing my human cooed over. It was laid upon the floor with a reverence usually reserved for my dinner bowl. “Look, Pete! A farm!” I gave her a look that could curdle milk and immediately turned my back, proceeding to groom a perfectly clean patch of my pristine white bib. I watched from the corner of my eye as she poked at it, demonstrating. A wooden cow was placed. A tinny, pathetic “Moo” echoed in the room. A sheep. A weak “Baa.” This was not a toy. This was an acoustic assault, a monument to bad taste left in the middle of my living room. I retreated to the top of the bookshelf to pass judgment from a superior altitude. My vigil lasted until the sun, my truest companion, began its slow descent, casting a long, warm rectangle across the floor. This golden path happened to fall directly over the offensive puzzle. On my way to demand my evening meal, I was forced to traverse this territory. As my shadow fell across the board, my paw passed over the empty hole where the pig once sat. Suddenly, a panicked “OINK!” erupted from the wood. I froze mid-stride, tail rigid. I had not touched the thing, yet it had spoken. My initial disgust was replaced by a flicker of scientific curiosity. I retracted my paw, then slowly, deliberately, swept it over the hole again. “OINK!” The pieces of the puzzle, I soon realized, were irrelevant. They were a misdirection for the simple-minded. The true mechanism was the light. Or, more accurately, the absence of it. The sunbeam was the power source, and my body was the conductor. This wasn't a puzzle; it was an instrument waiting for a maestro. That night, under the sterile glow of a floor lamp, I perfected my technique. A quick pass of the tail over the chicken slot produced a staccato “cluck.” A languid stretch that covered the cow, horse, and sheep simultaneously resulted in a cacophony of barnyard chaos that made my human jump in her chair. The wooden pegs were, as suspected, useless except as things to knock under the sofa. It is not a good toy. Let's be clear. It has no bounce, no flutter, no satisfying crunch. It is, however, an exquisite tool. When the water bowl is offensively shallow, a persistent “Moo” from the living room now mysteriously summons my human. When I require the blinds to be opened for my morning bird-watching, a series of sharp, demanding “Quacks” does the trick. She thinks it's malfunctioning. She has no idea she is being classically conditioned. For its utility as a remote control for my staff, I must deem this wooden noisemaker… adequate. It has earned its place on the floor.
