These guys.
They've been around a while.
That's Benn on the left. It's not Ben. It's Benn. Get it right.
In clockwise fashion, there's Steve and Dexter.
Then Baby, in the middle. Or maybe Little Bear. I can't tell them apart. The boys can, though.
These guys have backstories. They have histories. It's one of the great regrets of my life that I haven't had Derek and Joshua write them down for me.
Benn is actually King Benn. King of the Stuffies. Steve and Dexter are brothers. Or cousins. I can't remember. Their dad is upstairs somewhere. Or maybe it's their uncle.
Why don't I have it written down?
They come from their own countries, these stuffies. They have waged wars and fought battles. They've rescued each other from certain doom. The imagination that has gone into the care and feeding of these guys is extensive. And these are only four of the dozens of equally back-storied stuffed creatures upstairs.
Every. Single. One. has a name and a story and they all fit in the grand design of two boys who have developed a magical land with its own language and customs and myths (at least one of the stuffies was birthed from the belch of another. I can't remember which.)
Why don't I have it written down?
What a grand tale it is. What a grand undertaking it will be for me to delve deep into the heart of it. I do believe I've just discovered a project that needs doing - now - before they get so old they forget.
I will have it written down.
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