Stitch by Stitch

by Marie Ford

When Woody gets scratched up, a strange, mysterious toy known as the Seamstress comes to fix him. It is said that for every stitch she makes, you can ask her any question, and she can even alter the course of history. But Woody has so many unanswered questions, and he only has so little stitches.

1. Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

Bonnie grinned at the box full of kittens, then back to the one with puppies. She hugged Woody as she gazed on, then held him up to her ear as she pretended to listen to something he had to say.

"Mommy, Sheriff Woody thinks I should ask if I could have one? Just one?"

Bonnie's Mom smiled at her and shook her head. "I'm sorry honey, but we're only here so we can pick one up for the neighbor." Bonnie sighed and looked back at the one with puppies in it.

"And we're looking for a cat, Bonnie, not a dog," her Mom added with a smile.

Bonnie followed her over to the cat box, and, placing Woody beside the box, she reached in it and pulled out a cute little gray-and-white kitten. Her eyes lit up as the cat let out a tiny "mew."

"AWWW!" Bonnie cried, and put the cat in Woody's lap, even though it was a good deal bigger than him. She looked deep in the box, and tried to reach the bottom of it. She reached a little to far, and with a thump, all the little kittens fell out.

She stared at all the cats as they roamed around, rubbing up against her, mewing here and there, or scratching and clawing on things.

She didn't notice as she scratched behind their ears, and snuggled up against them, and twenty minutes passed like a breeze.

"Bonnie, we need to to be leaving soon," her Mother said, and shook her head at the mess of kittens. The two quickly got all the cats in the box when Bonnie noticed something missing.

"Where's Woody?" She asked, looking around the box, then she looked in with all the kittens. In the bottom was Woody. Bonnie's Mother carefully reached in, and pulled him out.

Bonnie stared at the toy, who had been quite the interest to the cats. He had six rips in all, one down his back, his right leg, his left arm, one on his shoulder, a small one on his wrist, and one that went right across his chest where his heart would have been.

"Oh, Mommy! Can you fix him?" The little girl held up the toy to her Mother, but she sighed.

"Honey, I'm sure he can be fixed, but I just don't think I'll be able to do it now. But I'll try when we get home."

However, when they got home that afternoon, Bonnie or her Mother couldn't seem to find any need or thread, which they both knew was there.

Meanwhile, in Bonnie's room, everyone was bombarding Woody with questions.