Brave Little Toasters- Skylar Mays

One year for Easter when I was super little I got a Teddy Bear. Not being good with names, I called it baby. Creative, I know. The Easter bunny must have not spent a whole lot of money on it because its head fell off like a couple months later, and has been resewn probably 4 times since then. Yet it still just kind of dangles around it shoulders if it sits up straight up. So I'm going to write about this bear that would probably paralyzed if not dead in real life. He probably would wake up every morning and climb down from a shelf in my closet trying to keep his head as still as possible in order to prevent miss-stepping which probably happens from time to time. He'd reach the bottom and replace the stuffing that has fallen out as best as he could then try to find something to eat. (Do stuffed animals need to eat? Like obviously not in real life but inanimate objects being animate changes the game so we're just going to pretend they do). After a hearty meal of left over stuffing, he'd probably meet up with the local dust bunnies because I guarantee there are some somewhere in my room. They'd chill and try to find something they could do that they haven't done every single day for the past 11 years and after of hours of brainstorming and coming up empty handed, Baby would drag his little flopping head and body back up the little ladder he has DIY'ed to the closet so he could be in the same position he was in when I left.