Was it a soft teddy bear that you gnawed the ear off of when you were three, and even the red stitching on its nose was coming off?
Maybe it was something more noble, like a great lion or tiger, not so much to be played with, but a guardian for your room, to keep you safe at night?
Maybe a doll you could relate to, a friend, even a big sister?
Well, mine was Shroomie.
Who better to teach a child the wonders of the imagination? In the unlikely, perhaps unfortunate, event that I breed, I want my babe to have a PLUSH ANTHROPOMORPHIC FUNGUS for her bed-time companion. If I have a boy, we can call it “Shroomie.” If I have a girl, “Amanita.” Actually, that’d make a better name for the girl than the stuffed mushroom.
Oh, stuffed mushroom. It’s a pun.
Clearly, while you can’t put a price on friendship or childhood memories, Shroomie’s pretty cheap–certainly cheaper than the mushrooms they were selling down at Eeyore’s Birthday Party last spring.
Found 10/5/05, Goodwill near I35 and 183, Austin.