I used to have a really close relationship to my stuffed animals when I was a kid- three in paticular. The first was Bucky Beaver. He was given to me before I was born. My cousin gave him to my grandmother to bring to me in Panama. The second was Mousie (RIP). I think she was won/bought for me at a fair or carnival. Rounding out the holy trinity was Dookie-Dickie, the bald-headed monkey. I dont remember how I came to own him.
Bucky Beaver and Mousie were married and Dookie-Dickie was their son. During the day they lived the normal stuffed animal life, but at night they were super heroes!! We slept in bunk beds (I was on the bottom, my brother Jacob on top) and I would entertain with grand stories of how Bucky, Mousie, and Dookie-Dickie saved the world!
When I was about ten one of my brothers caught head lice (Alburgh Elementary school closed down almost every year with head lice epidemic) my Mom said she had to put all the stuffed toys through the wash. And of course, Mousie was killed. Blowed to bits she was. I was crushed-burst out crying. All my brothers laughed at me. I didnt care. I loved her.
Well, I grew up, moved to Burlington, and joined Nest Material. Dookie-Dickie and Bucky Beaver live in a stuffed animal/super hero retirement home in Alburgh (aka my Moms house)
peace, brother, peace...JB