Literally. Ted E. fetches mylar wand toys -- nothing else. The breeder gave me a couple of the wand toys when I picked him up in 2002, and that first night, I played with him for what seemed like hours. After a while, my arm got tired of twirling the damn thing, so I threw it in the kitchen. Unexpectedly, Ted E. ran after it, picked it up, and brought it back to me. Ten years later, and he's still doing it.