The Nostalgic Kanis
Age: 9 years, 8 months, 2 weeks
Born: January 30th, 2010
Adopted: 7 years, 9 months, 2 days ago
Adopted: January 16th, 2012
- Level: 3
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Store Clerk
In short, Alberta was special. From the moment Beattie had sewn her final stitch, girl and toy were inseparable, just as they should be.
The toy was falling, falling, falling. Helplessly from the bridge, a plaintive cry of "Al-BER-taaaaaa!" escaped the young girl's lips, the final syllable drawn out enough that passers-by stopped to glance curiously. One stopped, concern lining his face.
"Who's Alberta, pet? Is it your sister? Your friend?"
Wordlessly, the girl shook her head, pointing at the falling toy just as it hit the water with a splash. Relief spread over the stranger's face as he realised it was not a child falling, and spontaneously, he came up with a plan.
"Don't worry, pet, she'll bob up again in a moment, I'm sure, and we can run down and I'll grab her."
But the toy didn't emerge, and eventually, the man had given up hope of helping the crying girl. He said as much to her, and had to hold her back as she moved to jump into the river herself.
She kicked and screamed, attracting more concerned glances from strangers than her earlier cries at the top of the bridge had, and soon, the police arrived. The stranger was harshly questioned, and Beattie was returned home, distraught and tearful, but safe, as all the while, Alberta was being pulled further downriver by the current.
The toy was grabbed forcefully, not with a hand, but in the strong jaws of a small, sodden, dog. Emerging from the river, he shook himself dry, holding Alberta firmly in his mouth. She began to tear, and a bit of stuffing fell out, but before any more damage could be done, the shaking stopped. Proudly, the dog trotted to his owner, regarding his find as a trophy. "Look what I found!" he seemed to be saying with his strut. "Aren't I a good dog!" He dropped the find at his owner's feet, expectantly wagging his tail.
His owner looked from dog to toy, toy to dog. Gingerly, she plucked the toy from the ground, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger, and inspected it. Time had passed since the drop, and Alberta was showing signs of wear. Her stuffing was saturated, mud caked her coat. A button eye was missing, and she had tooth marks and tears from her retrieval.
The dog's tail continued to wag as he panted hopefully. His owner shrugged, tossing the toy back to the ground. It was obviously long lost, and he liked it well enough. He may as well keep it.
Content, he chewed his prize as the pair continued to walk along the river's bank.