There was a very furry toy dog in a young girl’s bedroom. The girl loved her toy dog very much, but she also loved her real pet dog, too. The real dog had a lot of energy and loved to run and chase the girl around the house or throughout the backyard.
The toy dog also loved the real dog. He liked the girl, too, but he wished he belonged to the real dog rather than the girl. The real dog seemed to have so much more fun than its human owner.
One day, the real dog was left out of its cage and came into the girl’s room where all the toys lived. The toys ran in fear of the real dog. They were afraid, but the toy dog wasn’t. He loved the real dog and thought this was his chance to play with and be loved by the energetic animal.
He ran toward the dog in excitement. The real dog pounced on the toy dog and immediately began to chew on him.
The girl returned to her room to find her pet dog tearing the toy dog to pieces. She immediately began to cry and took her pet back to its cage.
She put the toy dog back together piece by piece, sewing back on the arms and eyes that had been ripped off. He was never perfect again, but the girl loved him and repaired him anyway.
From that day on, the toy dog loved his human owner best. He did not love anyone or anything more than her forever.
I am the LORD your God: you shall not have strange gods before me.
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