Thankful for You

For the past ten minutes, Woody Pride sat on the window sill of Bonnie's bedroom, staring mutely out into the chilled depths of the deadened Fall air. Idly, the doll blinked, as his lips formed into a thin purse. His brown orbs gazed downward at the ground, intensely focusing on the leaves, which expanded in all directions beneath him and littered his owner's yard with an array of large crinkly speckles of yellow, brown, and orange.

Behind him, Woody dolefully failed to notice the concerned stares of his fellow toys, as he wordlessly kept his back to them. Silently, they gave each other looks of puzzlement and worry, not daring to say anything out loud. Finally, the shortest and spunkiest of the bunch confidently marched forward. She eyed the rest of the toys with a look of stubborn acceptance, wholly knowing that she was the one who usually came to him in these kinds of situations. It was not uncommon for the cowboy to go off on his own, brooding mutely, while his mind became preoccupied with thoughts of the past; a past filled with flirtatious kisses, white parasails, and three-headed sheep.

Truthfully, the thought pained Dolly that Woody's musings were usually about Bo. However, over time, the vivacious ragdoll had come to accept that fact. It was apparent that once Woody loved someone, he would never let them go, and in her mind, Dolly could respect that. Still, in the short ragdoll's heart, the idea did not help to make his unknown rejection hurt any less.

Oh, if only Woody could fully let go of Bo... Maybe then he would finally have a chance of truly feeling happy again.

As Dolly approached Woody, she could not help but pause in a sudden wave of shyness, as she observed the tired, bent silhouette of his back. In front of his gaze, in the distance, the ragdoll noticed the two cars parked against the curb of Bonnie's house. Surely the two vehicles belonged to her grandparents and uncle, who were happily chatting downstairs, as the family ate Thanksgiving dinner.

It was hilariously endearing, but Bonnie was wanting to bring all of her toys down into the dining room to eat with them, however, her mother was blatantly firm in her refusal. God, Dolly's owner was such an adorable little cutie.

Taking in a deep breath, the ragdoll softly spoke, "Whatcha' thinkin' about, cowboy?"

Woody blinked at the sound of her voice and was instantly pulled out of his revere. Carefully, he folded his hands within his crossed knees and craned his neck to stare contentedly up at Dolly. His eyes softly gleamed in humor. The cowboy doll already knew that, without a doubt, if anytoy were to interrupt him, the culprit would most likely be Dolly.

Immediately, Woody cleared out any of the thick emotions which were left inside his throat.

"Howdy partner," the doll gently lazed out his usual greeting, before he unexpectedly gave a welcoming smile and gently pat at the vacant spot beside him.

Dolly blinked. The toy stared mutely down at the empty spot for a diminutive moment, before she sat demurely beside him. Immediately, she listened with a small smile, as he quietly continued.

"I'm just thinking about things. This and that."

"Oh?" Dolly murmured, and she jokingly nudged at the side of his thin, checkered arm with her own short stub, "And what, pray tell, are those kinds of things?"

"Things I'm thankful for."

Woody's instantly response duped Dolly and forced her to mentally pause. With her orbs widening innocently, the purple haired toy looked up and accidentally met his eyes. He wore a kind grin, as his eyes closed out of self-contained mirth.

Gradually, Dolly found herself to be fondly staring at the handsomeness which was Woody Pride. It moderately entranced her. Yes, the ragdoll was definitely beginning to warm up to the newfound expression being emitted from the much older toy beside her.