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Monday, August 3, 2009

Sad Sack

If you found a bag on the street, what would you do? There could be anything in there. A pile of cash... or a used baby! Of course, if you're like me, you'd think it was a bomb and you'd run as fast and as far as you could, hoping someone else will eventually deal with it before thousands are killed and/or injured.

But for some reason, when I find a bag on the NeighborGoodies table....
...I always--always--open it, even though I know it will be filled with some sort of unholy terror. This bag's terror is in the form of a teddy bear...

...who is clearly stuffed with sadness:

Have you ever seen a more pathetic looking toy? When you look into his eyes, you can almost see the tears welling up beneath his furry face. It's as though he just found out he has an inoperable teddy bear tumor, and instead of doling out the cash for his treatment, his owner chucked him into an oversized purse and put him onto the NeighborGoodies Table to rest in peace... or filth.

Also included in the oversized purse is this light blue sack of loveliness:
Of course, I can't help but look inside of this thing either, though I strongly suspect there's at least one eyeball inside of it. I reach in and pull out...

...some sort of material that curiously falls somewhere between wax paper and plastic bag. I'm not sure what the stuff is, or why it was inside. Was it to make it seem like the clutch was full of something besides sadness? Did the carrier want people to think she was walking around with wads of cash? Was this an accessory worn to a poorly-attended fundraiser intended to raise money for the tumor-bear's treatment?

Whatever the reason...I'm glad just glad it didn't explode. Although it would have finally put that poor bear out of its misery.

1 comment:

Ludovica said...

Ohh Teddy!
There is nothing more wrong in the world than parting with a teddy. The only good excuse is if it was given you by someone you now hate.. but even that's not Teddy's fault, that is mere circumstantial misfortune. I am not surprised Teddy looks sad. A Teddy is not just for Christmas you know... How can people be so cruel?

My Teddy Brown dates from 1928. I *very very* nearly brought him on holiday to the USA, but decided he was too precious for the rough and tumble of such a trip despite the possibility of re-meeting his original owner, my long lost Aunt Jill.. Luckily she had no memory of Teddy Brown though.

Not sure what that other stuff is that it be considered precious enough to save in a beaded bag? lucky whale foreskin maybe?