Sophie sighs deeply. "You're no fun," she says, but she takes you out of the crib and lifts you up high. Without meaning to, you look down and see the floor far, far away. Even though the carpet was plush, a fall from this height would probably kill you.
"Okay, let's get you some help. I'm sure we can fix this," Sophie says. She puts you in her pocket, which is a lot like being stuck in a hammock but with solid cloth instead of netting. You can't stand up, because the flexible fabric swings out under your legs when you try. Ignoring the lint all around you, you call up to Sophie "Where are we going?"
Sophie tells you that she's going to get help from...
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