Do you ever wonder what your toys do while you're away or while you're sleeping? Okay. You probably don't. Most of you probably don't have the multitude of toys that I do, anyway.
Don't look at me like that! I can't let go of childhood, okay?!?
Anyway, I like to think they come alive. Actually, that idea frightens me half to death. But still.
Is there a "leader" toy, like Woody in Toy Story, that sort of acts as the president? I suppose my leader toy would be my stuffed dog, Fred. He's my favorite.
My villain toy would probably be my antique doll, Isabella, who is not unlike the most terrifying thing you've ever seen. I don't know why I keep her in my room.
But what exactly would the toys do? What could toys possibly do for fun? They don't have toys of their own, do they? Alas, the life of a toy must be a depressing one. Their sole purpose is only to please their owner. If that's not bad enough, they have to pretend to be lifeless in his or her presence.
Sounds a lot like a dictatorship. Yikes.
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