Like a Platypus

on a sunny shiny day sitting outside in the garden sipping nectar on a chair at a round outdoor table on the lawn with my mom, someone else becomes interested in me I'm only 3 and Fuzzy is my best friend a stuffed platypus her companionship I didn't want to end the sweetness of my lips was what attracted my new enemy he berrated me and I used my hands said "go away" he continued to persue my soft and juicy lips when I hit he stung me and I cried mother started laughing as I sobbed I didnt understand why she and him were being cruel until she led me to a mirror and I looked just like a duck billed platypus