Delving deep into the darkest places of the vault....AKA the dusty piles of stories I wrote as a child. They're terrifying. Terrifyingly bad, that is. Enter, if thou darest....or if thou needs a good laugh or two.
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From left to right we have Mocha, Dimpells, Chocolate, and Spotty, and then in the front is Bobby, the patriarch. They look pretty nice, aside from showing how much they were slept with. Mocha used to have bendable ears but the wire snapped and is all bunched up in the tips of his ears now.
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Frost, Plopper, Sam, and Slumbers also got out looking nice. The stain on Slumbers's leg came from a band-aid that stayed on him way too long.
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You remember in the last post, I said that Hope was a praying bear. I promise this is the same bear. My brother just decided to cut her arms and legs free. He always dressed her fabulously with doll clothes nabbed from my play tent.
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