From Micro Bookends.
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Fluffsy
Play was no longer fun for Fluffsy. His girl had removed both his eyes in the first five minutes, and that was over a year ago.
Enough was enough.
Kitten-Mittens, oldest and wisest of the toys, warned him against escape. “You’ll never make it,” she said.
“I have to believe I can,” he said.
He didn’t make it far. There were too many people and he couldn’t stay alive with human eyes on him.
The stone was cold and his heart ached.
Small hands grasped Fluffsy’s remaining ear. A child’s voice cooed “Bunny!”
And because he had taken a chance, Fluffsy became the beloved plaything of a charming little boy.
