Based off of a Demotivational I found…thanks (again) WindSyren for helping to inspire me.
Calvin and Hobbes belongs to Bill Watterson
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Calvin watched his six-year-old daughter walk off into the forest, carrying Hobbes, his old stuffed tiger toy, with her. His daughter was a wild thing, not as wild as he had been-he had Suzie to thank for that-and loved adventure as much as he once had.
He smiled, remember the trouble he had innocently caused, and the destruction he had sought out to do for fun. Hobbes had been with Calvin the entire time, his stuffed partner-in-crime. Hobbes hadn't seemed so stuffed at the time, he had seemed…real.
Calvin's eyes widened for a moment. He wasn't watching his daughter and her toy walk away…no…he was watching his daughter and his old friend walk away. As Hobbes glanced back, Calvin waved. For a moment, both felt the pain of losing the other to time, but they both knew that they were never really separate from each other. Not as long as Hobbes was patched together and a new generation was around to keep him alive.
