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It was exactly the middle of November when Woody's life changed forever.

The last of the party guests had finally left, and Mom had gone to lie down on her bed. The door to Andy's room opened and a man with curly blonde hair entered carrying a basket full of gifts. Andy was behind him, holding Woody tightly.

"Why didn't anyone get me a present?" He asked. "I've been good!"

"Andy, you know all of this is for the new baby!" The man set the basket down by the crib and started to take out the gifts. "She'll be coming in a few weeks and when she does, she's going to need all this stuff!"

"Stupid baby…" Andy muttered.

All the packages were out now and Andy's father stood up. "I know you've been getting the short end of the stick lately. It's never easy being the older kid with a new baby coming. Just remember though, you were a new baby once too, Andy. And Mom's friends did all this for you then, just as they're doing it now for your sister!" Andy didn't say anything. "I've got an idea! Since your old Mom's taking a nap, why don't we leave her a note and then go out to lunch! Just you and me!"

"Yeah…" said Andy slowly. "I'm hungry." He walked to the bed and set Woody down on the old cowboy comforter. Dad picked him up from behind and set him on his large shoulders. Andy grinned. "Giddy-Up, Cowboy!" He cheered as Dad play-galloped for the bedroom door.

Dad's voice could be heard singing as they headed down the hall and toward the stairs. "'We chased lady luck till we finally struck…'"

"'Bonanza!'" Andy cheered.

"'With a gun and a rope and a hatful of hope we planted our family tree! We got a hold of a potful of gold…'"

"'Bonanza!'"

"'With a horse and a saddle and a rig full of cattle, how rich can a fella be…'"

The song finally faded, and once again Andy's room came back to life. Woody slid down the bed post like a fireman's pole as his fellow toys walked past. They were all headed for the new gifts.

Even though he'd been downstairs during the baby shower, Woody hadn't watched any of the presents being unwrapped. After seeing that there wasn't anything for him, Andy had spent the rest of the party sulking in the kitchen, watching the 'Brave Little Toaster' on the small TV set on the counter. Woody, of course, had been with him the entire time.

A baby shower wasn't exactly Woody's idea of a good-time jamboree, but he was curious to see what Mom's friends had brought. Right now, the other guys were going through the pile.

Mr. Potato Head was chucking things over his shoulder. "Bottles, outfits, a mobile…There's gotta be a Mrs. Potato Head in here somewhere!"

"Right Potato Head," Woody said scornfully. "Like anybody's going to give a Mrs. Potato Head to a newborn!"

Potato Head scowled. "Kill all my dreams why don't you?"

"Hey guys!" The toys looked at Rex. He was standing in front of a cardboard box decorated like a field of sheep. "Look over here! It says 'Nursery Lamp with one Gen…Gen…Gen..u..innee…"

"'One Genuine Porcelain Figurine …'" Woody read for him. "'And Sheep Accessory. Limited Edition One Hundred and Thirty-Four out of Four Hundred.'"

"Ooh…" Said everyone else.

"Porcelain?" Said Hamm. "Ooh, very fancy! And a limited edition too! Must've been expensive!"

Woody was searching for a picture on the box but there was none. "Guess we'll just have to open it and welcome our new friend personally!" He remarked.

As he put a hand on the lid, he heard Potato Head say, "A doll, huh? This might almost make up for no Mrs. Potato Head!"

Woody turned. "Hey, none of that now!"

"What?" Potato Head shrugged innocently.

"First of all, we don't even know if it's a girl inside! Second, even if it is, the last thing she'll need is a bunch of guys hitting on her the second she sets foot outside the box! Behave yourselves!" There was a tab connecting the top to the box and Woody slid his finger under it to break the tape.

Opening the lid, the Cowboy could see lots of white tissue paper inside. He pushed it out of the way and peered into the container.

The first thing he saw was a face. It was almost as white as the paper around it, but two blue eyes stared at him, squinting in the light. They were very large and almond shaped.

Woody smiled. "Howdy."

The paper rustled as the doll stood up. Using a large blue crook, she hooked the side of the box and pulled herself to the top. "Whoa there!" Said Woody. "Watch your step!" Instinctively, he put his hands on her waist as he tried to help her out.

As the doll finally emerged and touched the ground, she stumbled, falling into Woody's arms. For a moment he felt stunned at the quick encounter, but just as quickly, he set her back up right, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment. Some of the other guys were snickering, and he shot them poisonous looks.

Focusing his attention on the new doll, he said awkwardly, "I'm Woody…I'm Sheriff Woody I mean…but you can call me…Woody. Because that's my name."

The snickers grew louder but she didn't pay any attention. "My name is Bo Peep."

"That's a nice name…" Woody said. This new doll was dressed in mostly pink and white with a large polka dotted hoop skirt. Under her bonnet, he could see bright blonde hair, which was shaped into three curls at the nape of her neck. "It's a very nice name…" Woody gave himself a mental slap to bring himself back to the present. What was wrong with him? "Well, let me welcome you to Andy's room! This is where all of his toys live!"

"So Andy is my owner?"

"What? Oh no! No, you belong to Andy's sister! Well, you will once she gets here."

"I don't understand," said Bo.

"I'll explain it later. Right now, let me introduce you to some of the guys!" He ushered her forward toward the group. As each toy said their name, Woody held back.

What a pretty smile she had, he thought to himself. A pretty smile and pretty eyes and…Woody shook his head. Stop it Woody! He commanded his brain. You just met her and you're acting like a teenager!

Bo turned suddenly and looked him, giving a sweet smile. "Would you help me get my sheep out of the box?"

"Sh-Sheep? Sure!" Woody heard himself say. He sprinted toward the box, a little more hastily than he would've expected. Why so quickly? He wondered as he climbed over the edge and into the tissue paper. "Sheep?" He called. "Here sheep!" There was a rustle through the paper and Woody moved it aside. "Sheep?"

Back against the wall was the strangest animal the old Cowboy had ever seen. Was it one sheep with three heads? Or three sheep with one body?

Woody knelt down. "C'mon Sheep!" One of the heads "Baahhed" at him and they tried to scoot further back. "Now don't be shy!" Woody held his hand out. "I'm just here to…" The middle head chomped down on his fingers. "OW!" He cried, jerking his hand away. His first instinct was to smack the head. But something inside him held back. Bo wouldn't like him striking her flock. And besides, he guessed, the sheep didn't know any better.

Carefully avoiding the mouths, Woody picked up the flock and held it under his arm, then used his free one to climb out.

Bo was waiting on the outside. "Oh thank you!" She said as she saw the sheep. Woody hopped down to the floor. "Thank you so much!"

"Eh, no problem, Little Lady!" He said in his best Western drawl. He held out the flock so Bo could take them. As she did, her fingers brushed against his.

Although it was only a slight touch, and just for a second, Woody felt as though his stuffing were on fire. Everything from the tips of his boots to the top of his head was full of heat. Tingly heat.

Bo looked concerned as she put the sheep on the floor. "Are you ok?" She asked. "You're awfully red."

"Me?" Woody forced a smile. "Oh, I'm just peachy! Really!" As Bo turned her attention to her flock, he took off his hat and wiped his forehead. What am I getting myself into?