hannah

Curly

Curly went through a lot when I was a kid. I’ve had him my entire life and he obviously shows it. I brought him with me everywhere, which came to an end after we had too many scares of him being lost forever. I brought him with me on a Staples run one day and pushed him to the back of a shelf so he could “take a nap,” and then promptly proceeded to forget about him until leaving the store. My dad asked an employee if they could use the store’s loud speaker to announce that there was a stray stuffed rabbit somewhere in the store, which didn’t work. In desperation, my dad got on the floor and looked into a random shelf in the store that just so happened to have curly tucked in the back of it.

I’d try to bring him with me out on the dock with me whenever we went to visit Tybee island. I think my parents were just preemptively cautious in this one because at no point was I ever allowed to take him out there with me. I did it one time and it felt like a huge scandal.

I also spilled a lot of things on him, usually in the car, which would usually end in a bath for Curly. One time, though, my parents had the bright idea to put him through the dryer afterwards. This was an awful idea as his eyes are now completely scratched up from the experience. He wasn’t built for that at all.

Curly went through so much and was so clearly loved that my parents couldn’t even hope to keep a backup for him. They got one, yes, but soon realized that a brand-new Curly was absolutely no match for the loved version I held onto at all times. They eventually gave me the backup to have also, of which I decided would be Curly’s sister and named Savannah.

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