No. 7

He's just so perfect. 

He does what entertains him. 

He's a big puppy, he always has attention. 

He loves back stratches, but not his neck being touched. 

He's loved by everyone, he's taken care of all the time. 

But what I love most is his laugh. 

Oh, that laugh. 

It's smooth like silk, 

Calming like the sea. 

It has nothing but pure admiration for every little thing. 

It is filled with pure happiness, like nothing bad has ever happened. 

It sounds like sunrise, like a dusty purple gradations to glowing orange, 

Like a baby's smile when they see something for the first time. 

His laugh, gah. 

What makes it better is the reason. 

It's his love of the show, 

His love of the jokes and banter, 

Of the songs and enjoyment of everyone else, 

That's what makes his laugh so undeniably amazing in every form of describing something wonderful.