As I moved away from Alice my hand brushed a musical motion-sensitive toy on the bookshelf. Specifically a butterfly that plays "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" very loudly when you move it.
The moment the music started I was on my feet and sprinting out of the bedroom. After he stopped laughing Tony said it was like I was holding a live grenade rather than a stuffed butterfly.
I made it all the way to the kitchen before "How I wonder what you are".
The butterfly is in the freezer.
This is the butterfly in the story, being chewed upon by a "1st thing in the morning" rumpled Alice
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