27 November 2012
As I sat there, perched upon the side, he got the paint ready. The paint was for me but I didn't see why, I didn't need it. I looked fine.
I looked around me. The others were watching me, wondering what I would do next. I always was the spirited one of them all, even if humans didn't know about us.
"Ted" One of them whispered.
Not the most imaginative names of them all, I knew that, but my human had loved me a lot. She kept me for twenty years. She even cried when she gave me away. She shouldn't have given me away.
"Ted" One of them whispered again.
I turned my head. "Yes?" I asked. It was Susie, a cabbage patch doll.
"What's the move? He's changing your colour, Ted." She replied.
I shook my head. "I haven't got a move. It's just a colour, Susie"
"But, Ted" She wined.
"A new life, a new colour. Susie, I will be fine now go before he comes back." I smiled.
She did as I said, perhaps from fear of her colour being changed by the toymaker. He not only created toys but collected them too and that was where we came in. Bears and dolls no longer wanted, in need of repair or stolen from our homes. If he saw a toy that he liked, he would have it no matter what.
Maybe I'm just an old bear, long past my used date, but some of these toys will be missed by their owners. Without them, no toy in their old home will be the same.
Old Bear • Opuss № I