*New Story! I know I've been posting a lot-it's all these ideas in my head! Anyway, this is the Woody's history story that I've been hinting about. I'm still writing the last few chapters, but I wanted to post the first chapter, so enjoy!*

Sheriff Woody walked into Bonnie's room one afternoon to the sound of laughter. He found his family gathered together in the center of the room.

"Molly constantly liked removing my pieces and putting them in her mouth, pesky princess drool!" Potato Head said.

"She wasn't that bad, Potato Head." Bo said, laughing.

"You weren't man-handled by her on the daily, Peep!'

"Calm down, spud head. Hamm said. It's not like you were injured by her." The others laughed.

"That was a funny story, Mr. Potato Head." Rosetta said.

"What's going on over here?" Woody said, sitting beside his daughter. He kissed her on the forehead and gave Bo a kiss.

"We're telling stories, dad!"

"Yes stories of how we came to be with our kids. Bo said. Potato Head was the last one to share his story."

"Has everyone shared already?"

"Yes, everyone except..." She looked at her husband.

"Hey, that's right Bo-Bo. We've never heard your full story, Woody." Jessie said.

"Yeah, we just know bits and pieces." Slinky said.

"Tell us your story, Uncle Woody!" The pea pods cried.

"Yeah, share with us sheriff!' Buttercup said. Woody looked around at the faces of his family. He only ever told the story of his past to one person and she was holding onto his arm.

"My, my story is a long one, and the first half of it, it isn't happy." He said sadly.

"Darling, you don't need to tell us if you don't want to." Bo said softly.

"No, no honey, it's alright." He whispered. Then he spoke to everyone else. "It's not fair that you don't know my story. I'm just warning you, it's not pleasant."

"It can't possibly be worse that what we already know." Hamm said.

"Alright, I guess I'll start when I arrived at Justin's. It was the day of his sixth birthday..."

August 1954

"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Justin, happy birthday to you." Justin's mom and friends sang. The birthday boy Justin sat smiling with a red party hat resting on top of his sandy blonde hair. His brown eyes sparkled with delight as his mom put a present in front of him.

"Happy birthday, Justin." Mom said. Justin tore apart the paper and squealed when he saw what it was.

"Alright, a one of a kind Sheriff Woody doll from 'Woody's Roundup! Thanks mom!" Justin said as he took the doll out of the box.

"Yeah, he's definitely one of a kind, Justin. One of his friends said. He doesn't even have a hat!"

"What are you...?" Justin took one look at the doll and sure enough, there was no cowboy hat on his head or anywhere in the box. "What the heck is this? This is a defect! Mom you bought me a defect toy!"

"I'm sorry honey, I didn't know." His mom said. Justin pushed it away and opened his other presents. Inside the box, Woody was heartbroken. His new kid hated him, all because he didn't have a hat. Later that night, Woody watched from his box as Justin played with his other new toys that he received from his friends. No kid is ever going to want to play with me. Woody thought to himself, silently sobbing.