It was a rainy day when Vickie picked me up for the first
time. She took me home and I met some girl she always called “Louella.” I have
never been exactly sure where that nickname came from. Anyway, the little girl
seemed so excited to meet me, even though she didn’t even know my name. Wait-
did I even know my name at that point? Either way, later that night she decided
to nickname me “Flopsy” because of my huge ears. Looking back that seems a bit
abusive, but I don’t think she would ever mean to hurt me. As our friendship
developed, the little girl started to have some sort of motherly instinct over
me, like she had to take me everywhere and make sure I was always safe. At one
point she actually licked me to “clean me”- does she realize that was extremely
counterproductive? Louella has grown up a lot since those days, and I think she’s
been kind of sick of me lately. Like right now I’m just laying in the corner
while she types away at her laptop and- OH!- she just looked over at me. By
now, I know Louella’s name is Grace and Vickie is her grandmother, but she isn’t
a little girl anymore. Ever since Grace went to high school, she doesn’t really
pay any attention to me. I’m probably just the stuffed rabbit she writes random
assignments about at this point.
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