It was a Christmas gift, or was a for a birthday? No one could remember. All they knew was that it was the favorite. It went everywhere with the child: to school, in the car, to church, even to bed. It was made of bits of patterned cloth and stuffing. The child treasured it like the child treasured nothing before. On adventures through the "jungle" and "the Sahara Desert", the toy would go with the child and would inevitably be the hero of this pretend journey. Soon, the cloth would be smeared with mud and dirt and take a bath in the sink. The child would carefully make sure that the toy did not drown and talked to it like the child's mother would while the child bathed. After the toy was dried, the child would then continue their excursions to the depths of the sea and into dark, mysterious caves.
Then, one day it came time again for the child's birthday, or was it Christmas? No matter. The child had opened a gift, seeing a new toy outfitted in soft, shiny, synthetic cloth wit