One time we did stop and if I am remembering correctly, the kind of toys they had were better quality and less dime store than I was used to seeing. My mom or dad asked me if I saw anything I liked and I was immediately drawn to a soft little donkey unlike anything I had seen before. (I know you might find this hard to believe, but I had affection for soft toys when I was young.) They told me that perhaps I should ask Santa Claus to bring it to me for Christmas. I really wanted that donkey – he was so cute!
My mom and I went to sit in the car but my dad lingered behind. I wanted to go back in and get him but my mom wouldn’t let me. My dad came out later but I didn’t see any package. I don’t know if he hid it really well or if he had it sent by mail, but when Christmas came along, that donkey was one of my gifts. I had never had a donkey so deciding what to name him took some effort. I had this Pooh book and loved sad little Eeyore so I decided to name my donkey after him.
For a while, Eeyore was front and center. I hesitated showing you this photo but I’m throwing caution to the wind because it’s one of the best of Eeyore – even though I’m in my pj’s, and a curler cap (did anyone else wear those?) and have my tongue sticking out. I think my sister must have taken this photo, hence the expression! That’s my dad beside me.
A few weeks back, I pulled Eeyore out of the depths of mystery and discovered he was flatter than a pancake. My mission is to restore his dignity. Upon investigating his inner contents, I found they used that foam rubbery stuff for filling. After all this time, it’s turning into a miserable, grainy, orange dust. So, when I’ve mustered up some courage and a big trash bag, I am going to remove said sad contents and replace it with something I hope will make Eeyore feel a bit better and look a bit better. After which, I hope he will no longer be flat but plump and happy. With any luck, maybe he’ll even be a smidge more cheerful than his namesake.