He has a toy that resembles a fox tail. Not a literal fox tail, but the toy human children play with where a weighted ball is sewn in one end of a long sock. In Chipper's toy, the sock looks like a mink or a ferret, and the weighted ball is gone in favor of a squeaker-- sewn into both ends. Chipper starts by finding the squeaker (activated by squeezing or teeth chomping) and sqeaking it over and over again. He then tears into the fabric until he rips the squeaker free, and completely chews it into a silent, mottled, spitty piece of plastic.
Chipper has done this with every squeaker toy he gets, because he loves squeakers so much and is just trying to reach closer, still closer to them-- to grab the squeak and pump it like a heart, to have the squeaker until it is not only his, but of himself. This process, once begun, always results in the destruction of the squeaker. Therefore, there is no pre-emptive precaution to preserve the squeaker, except to never sqeak in the first place. And I can't get Chipper to promise to that.
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