Stuffed Animal
Stuffed Animal
When I was very young my father gave me a stuffed animal that was his when he was a child. It was not the soft squeeze-able kind of stuff animal that we have nowadays. Instead, it was quite hard, with wooden chips packed inside. Also, it was quite ugly and was borderline scary. Its fur was all matted and clumps had fallen out, so there were bare patches. Its glass eyes seemed to stare and looked as if they were ready to fall out. One of its ears was ripped and was being held on by only a couple threads. My father said his name was Toby as he lovingly give me the stuffed animal. Toby had been packed for a long time in a box and smelled musty when I held him. Also, my hands became blackened by his dusty fur, which came out as touched him. I tried to smile and be appreciative, but managed only and smirk and a “thannnkk you.....” This was a big deal for my father to give this to me, he was quite sentimental about Toby. He told me that he had gotten Toby when he was very young, during the war. He said that Toby would protect him when he slept and no matter how scary things got Toby was aways there. I really tried again to look appreciative, but still couldn’t quite muster a smile.
I went to my room with Toby in my hands. I knew that my father was trying to help me. I had been so scared as a child. I always worried that some monster was lurking under my bed. Maybe, he thought Toby would protect me. But I was scared of Toby. I really couldn’t help it. Its glass eyes looked at me strangely and its mustiness made me queasy. I took Toby and put him in my closet on the top self. Then quickly closed the closet and tied it shut with the sting from an old pair of shoes. I knew that he would be trapped inside my closet. I slept well that night. I did not fear monsters anymore. No, I had only one fear, Toby. I knew that he was safely locked away so he would never get me.
posted by reguy @ 4:40 PM
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