The screaming was a lot.
I'd heard it all day, being in the middle of the fair. . . but eleven teenagers, all yelling and screaming with glee at the same time was nearly too much to handle.
I almost broke character as the woman who'd stocked me up on a pole as a throwaway prize tugged me down and handed my limp, soft body to one of them. The girl squeezed me tight in her arms. Annoyance had fully taken over.
It was at that moment, surrounded by now muffled murmurs of excitement, feeling the girl's sunburnt face on my back, that I realized my life had changed. I wasn't too happy about it- I was praying this was all a fluke and that I'd be placed back upon that pole that held many just like me.
I was taken on countless rides throughout the day, from a huge boat that swumg back and forth to a rickety circle of bobsleds. The thing that truly warmed me up to my new life wasn't a ride, though. In fact, it wasn't even an attraction at the fair. It seemed so stupid at the time, how much the girl simply sitting and sighing contentedly into my back as she rested her legs granted me comfort. Those deep exhales gave me a purpose, in a strange way.
Later that night, as the moon shone nearly full in the seemingly starless sky, I couldn't help but appreciate the warmth the girl's arms granted me as they wrapped around my plush body. It was at that moment, as she talked away with her few remaining friends, that I knew I was more than a prize to her.
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(Based off a Bulbasaur plush I won at the Calgary Stampede :] )
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