Oh, Woody, you were our favorite cartoon/computer animated/ Pixar thingy. We fell in love with you and brought you home. You were $20, seven years ago, and worth every penny. We had Buzz, too, but YOU were always the favorite. I thought we would have you forever. You had survived my three children.. We even found your hat after we lost it, just like in the movie!
Until…One morning I came downstairs to find a disturbing sight:
The house was silent, and there, was your arm. No longer attached to your body. It’s ok, I told myself I could just sew it back on…just like in the movie!
And then:
The rest of you. Well…. almost, there were your legs and other arm. No more stuffing, no more head.
And I saw him:
Our newest addition to the family.
You had always been worried about new toys. (Last scene of Toy Story 2: Christmas, Woody asks Buzz what could possibly be worse than him. In the distance we hear, “Bark! Bark!”) I saw the worry in your face.
Now I know why.
I’m sorry, Woody.
When I showed the kids, they laughed.
I guess life doesn’t turn out just like the movie!
May 30th, 2011 at 8:06 pm
Poor Woody!!! Bad Paco, bad!!!
May 31st, 2011 at 10:00 am
I know..it WAS a little funny, tho’!