i can't help it

I'm not supposed to eat pillows. But I do. I can't help it. They have soft stuff inside that feels good when I bite it and it flies around the room which is pretty cool. And then I get in trouble.

The thing is, I know I'm gonna get in trouble but I can't help it. And they always know. Today they knew even before they went upstairs and saw the soft stuff all over. I don't know how they knew but the Dad said "what did you do?" as soon as I came downstairs. I hate "what did you do". How did he know?



Boy, humans are way smarter than I thought.