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Post by PaperGrace on Sept 27, 2012 11:04:44 GMT -5
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Post by PaperGrace on Sept 27, 2012 17:28:44 GMT -5
My Dearest Abbigail,
It is me, your old friend Mr. Boo-Boo. I know it's been a while since you thought of me, and that's ok, I'm not revealing myself on my own behalf. As you long suspected, some few special toys in the world are able to move about, functioning on some sort of love-magic. We can only move when no one is looking. It was true that I wasn't always where you thought you'd left me at bedtime when you woke in the morning. It was me who tucked the blankets back around your chin when you tossed and turned in the night. It was true that when you went to school, sure that you'd put me on the corner of your bed, I'd sometimes be found waiting for you near the front door. I could feel it when you'd had a rough day, lost the game, been teased at lunch, failed a test. Don't worry, the years I spent in your mother's attic weren't sad for me. I knew you would need me again someday, that I was still loved, even if I wasn't at the front of your mind. I was so happy for you when you fell in love, so sad with every break up. I was sure I'd burst when I felt your heart grow with the birth of Courtney. It hurt so badly when her father left you. Happily you came back to your Mother's and found me while you were in the attic putting your wedding album away. I've been happy to watch over your daughter since then. She's a lovely girl, she's growing up so fast. She's been studying hard for her drivers test. She stays up late texting her friends. She does her homework without cheating, I thought you'd like to know that. She likes me fine, but it is your love that keeps me alive. Your love is so precious and so deep, it hurts me that it is wasted on this new man in your life. He's the reason I'm writing. You see, until he moved in I was free to wander Courtney's room, unobserved while she was at school or while she slept. That isn't true anymore. Abby, you need to get a screwdriver and open the vent in your daughter's room. I'd do it myself but it is too high up in the wall, and I don't know how much longer the power will be out for. It's only now, while the camera is off that I can move around to write this. He wired it right into the wall.
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Post by Freedom on Sept 27, 2012 18:06:06 GMT -5
*bows to PaperGrace and knocks head on floor in respect*
:oGuhuhuhuhk!
Wonderful! So happy Mr. Boo-Boo kept loving his own kiddo, even though she was grown, even more than her kiddo -- and PaperGrace, until the last bit, I did not see that coming!
*knocks head again*
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Post by PaperGrace on Sept 27, 2012 18:08:57 GMT -5
Thanks Freedom! Try this one, it's fun! I had to write this one, it popped into my head. I think I might try the same prompt tomorrow and shoot for something upbeat!
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Post by PaperGrace on Sept 28, 2012 21:23:27 GMT -5
Dear Christopher Robin,
As promised when last we met I haven't forgotten you. Without you around to help out in the Hundred Acre Wood a number of things have happened that I am sorry to have to tell you about.
Eeyore's tail has been missing for twenty years or so. We found it once or twice, but without you around to reattach it the thing went missing again and again.
Kanga and Roo have moved away. After a disastrous attempt at a marriage to Tigger, Kanga decided that Roo would have more opportunities in the United States, packed their things, and took off in the dead of night. Tigger has convinced himself that they were stolen by the Backson and has sworn revenge. He's living in a sand pit, keeping watch. Nothing we say will convince him of the truth.
Rabbit finally had a nervous breakdown and shut himself up in his house, he hasn't been seen in years.
Poor Piglet grew into a full sized boar, realizing that he's now the biggest and strongest of us he's gone sort of overboard and appointed himself as the commander of the militia.
Owl got word of the Harry Potter craze and flew off to Hogwarts to chase some tail.
The worst thing, by far the hardest thing is the reason that I'm writing. Your good and faithful friend Balloon has popped. We gathered what we could of his remains. The burial is this coming Windsday, we were hoping you could come and say a few words.
Yours til you're 100,
W. Pooh Bear
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Post by scribbliz on Sept 29, 2012 3:12:50 GMT -5
papergrace, this is so cool  i really enjoyed it |
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i really enjoyed it