Salutations! Oliver here, back at it with my next book recommendation. This one comes from my clawsome furend, Catter—I mean, Carter. He introduced me to the hiss-terical litter-ary duo of Narwhal and Jelly in Peanut Butter and Jelly. In the book, Narwhal discovers a new food—the mysterious butter of peanuts. Whoever heard of such silliness? To be fair though, I have not heard of a lot of these bizarre foods Jelly speaks of: artichokes? Sounds dangerous; sushi? Gesundheit; french fries? Not a fan of French cuisine. But I know what ice cream is! It is a delicious, frozen treat my human says I’m not allowed to eat because I lack toes intolerant. But I think she’s lying so she doesn’t have to share because when I look at my paws, all my toe beans are there! So, toe beans, or no toe beans. That is the question. But as much as I like it, I don’t think I would change my name to “Ice Cream” like Narwhal does with “Peanut Butter.” Although I could always use it as a new nickname to replace my human’s favorite of “OLIVERSTOPTHATRIGHTNOW!” It’s kinda a mouthful.
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