Leaving Behind Mr. Button
When you were a kid did you ever have a favorite toy or playmate? Have you since gotten rid of them? Does it feel that along with your toy the magic has been left behind?
"Wheeeeeeee!" Squeak
"Wheeeeeeee!" Squeak
And on, and on. Bailey could play on the old swings for hours on end, her bear in tow. Poor old thing it was ragged and his fur was matted, his eyes were scratched from going through the washer machine, and his small bear tail had been ripped off the sides now sewn together. It was fall and Bailey had scoured the house for a small doll sweater that would fit her precious bear, he was wearing it now as the toddler was tearing through the yard, tired of the swings. She threw him high into the air and scrambled to catch him before the lump of fur hit the ground, sometinmes he did, but you could be sure not for long. Finally as she got tired she came inside the house asking for some apple cider for her and her bear. They sat on the couch watching a rerun of spongebob, Mr. Button's glass on the table, untouched. She held him close as she watched the bright tv. It came time for her to go to bed as her mother took the full glass off the table placing it in the fridge. The bear was dragged by his arm into her room the same happy smile stitched on his face. Like a sentry guard the old bear was placed on the mattress sitting upright next to her pillow, to scare away the monsters. Ready to repeat the day again.
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I promise only this chapter is short so please bear with me... no pun intended
"Wheeeeeeee!" Squeak
And on, and on. Bailey could play on the old swings for hours on end, her bear in tow. Poor old thing it was ragged and his fur was matted, his eyes were scratched from going through the washer machine, and his small bear tail had been ripped off the sides now sewn together. It was fall and Bailey had scoured the house for a small doll sweater that would fit her precious bear, he was wearing it now as the toddler was tearing through the yard, tired of the swings. She threw him high into the air and scrambled to catch him before the lump of fur hit the ground, sometinmes he did, but you could be sure not for long. Finally as she got tired she came inside the house asking for some apple cider for her and her bear. They sat on the couch watching a rerun of spongebob, Mr. Button's glass on the table, untouched. She held him close as she watched the bright tv. It came time for her to go to bed as her mother took the full glass off the table placing it in the fridge. The bear was dragged by his arm into her room the same happy smile stitched on his face. Like a sentry guard the old bear was placed on the mattress sitting upright next to her pillow, to scare away the monsters. Ready to repeat the day again.
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I promise only this chapter is short so please bear with me... no pun intended
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