Information

Hem_836
Legacy Name: Hem_836

The

Glade Anyu
Owner:

Classy

Age: 13 years, 5 months, 2 weeks

Born: November 16th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 5 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: November 16th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 11
Speed: 10
Health: 23
HP: 23/23
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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Stitch by Stitch

The first one was Elizabeth. She would run around in green dresses, sit me down at tea parties with my other ToyBox pals of the time, and she would dress me up calling me, "Mister Bear" and "Missus Bear" and "Bear". She would sleep with me, and take me with her on trips - short and long. Those were the days. I was young and clean and everything in the world was incredibly new to me - to Elizabeth, to both of us. Of course, she outgrew me, as you might have expected. I wasn't down about it, though, and it happened gradually I guess you could say. Every once and awhile someone would come over to the family house and she would plop me up on her windowsill for a few hours, until it became a few days, and a few years, and eventually I was toted away in a little wooden box and pushed into a corner of the attic with the rest of her childhood toys. It was a good time there, too. We collected some dust, but on quiet, sunny days when the family was out, we would crawl out of our boxes and dance, or explore, or play hide-and-go-seek. I loved hide-and-go-seek, but I was much bigger than most of the other toys, so it was much easier for them to find me.

When the time came, though, the family was shuffled around. Elizabeth's mom and dad got older, and we sat with the spiders and then, one day, we realized that we could no longer hear Elizabeth's voice shuffling through the house in the mornings getting ready for school, or in the night asking for help on homework. She was gone. Below us, the floors creaked with the slow movements of an old mom-and-dad, but no Elizabeth.

We missed her, that was for sure, but as Toys do, we had fun, and we had lots of it. Eventually we forgot all about Elizabeth, as it seemed she had forgotten all about us. And it was alright. Slowly, though, the toys began vanishing. No one really knew where most of them went - off to find better things, probably, but soon I was one of the only ones left. Hide-and-go-seek is not as much fun when you're alone, let me tell you!

But then Elizabeth came back! Though, she wasn't Elizabeth, at least not the cherubic little one we had been tucked into bed at night with. No, she was tall and wonderful, and she carried a little girl with her. She was tiny, smaller than me, even. Her name was Mary.

Mary was bright, like any little girl. She learned quickly, too, but sometimes got me covered in mushed carrots several times a day. That was her favorite, carrots. I watched her grow, too, with my little brown eyes. And soon I was shoved away in another attic with a new set of Toybox friends.

This went on for awhile, and of course, somehow the other toys would vanish or break or just get too tired. And every time I was put in an attic I stayed there for awhile, but I was always brought back out. I swear, I've seen at least six children - boys and girls - grow up and become big and strong, only to take me back for their own little ones. It's wonderful not to ever be forgotten in that way.

Now I'm with a little girl named Nicole. She is different from the rest of the girls, though, and the boys in a way. The girls would dress me up and pretend I was talking to other toys, and the boys, well, they would take me outside and get me muddy - and in the case of James, let my ear get chewed up by a drooling pug. Nicole, though, she takes me outside and dresses me up in flowers - in grass headbands and daises, and she climbs trees with me tucked in a little backpack. I have never been so high as I have in the crown of a towering Pine! Such a wonderful site! And she introduces me to her friends as she grows, and they hug me sometimes, too. I love her, I do, and it's nice not to be forgotten.

Hem is an antique, heirloom teddy bear who has been handed down through several generations (and has gotten quite messy along the way). Each time, however, the little bear is stitched right back up, or scrubbed until its fur is soft and clean again. Hem quite enjoys being a bear, and in the night or day when the family is out or asleep, Hem crawls out of the toybox or away from the windowsill and plays together with the rest of the toys.