I only left Mr. Moustache alone for a few minutes while I went to get a few sips of water. Honestly… I was gone less than a minute. When I returned to the sofa, he was GONE! I was spinning in circles looking everywhere for him. Mummy INSTANTLY knew what I was looking for and she began to help in the search. Perhaps he had fallen on the floor? Behind the cushion? Under the blanket? No… he was nowhere to be found. I was having a FULL-BLOWN PANIC ATTACK! Daddy offered to help in the search but REALLY, Mr. Moustache cannot even walk so HOW could he have disappeared? Where were my sisters??? Katie was asleep in her bed across the kitchen. Addie Mae… where was she? We soon found her on the screened-in porch asleep in a ray of sunshine. Where was Tulip? We called and called for her. Soon we heard a faint squeak. It was the squeak of Mr. Moustache’s insides… his little squeaky HEART! Where was it coming from??? It didn’t take long to locate him AND Tulip inside her teepee and… GASP… she had ripped open his chest and removed his squeaky heart!!! Leaving a grotesque, gaping wound, there was stuffing pouring from the hole. I ran and grapped him from the teepee with a snarling yank and Mummy took him from my mouth saying that he required immediate surgury!!! Fortunately, she keeps a little supply of toy “hearts” and had some extra fabric in which to repair his chest. It was touch-and-go for several minutes, and I watched the entire procedure… whimpering the whole time. Tulip didn’t even care, she just plucked another toy from the toybox and returned to her teepee as if life would go on. Thanks to Mummy’s excellent medical knowledge, Mr. Moustache is good as new… maybe even BETTER, but I am still giving Tulip the silent treatment.