This was written when now, as I am feeling extremely bored, and I though 'Hey, what about Jaffy?' (Jaffy being Hectors little toy girraffe) This is Jaffys story!

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything in this story

Point Of View: Jaffy's (Cuddly toys have feelings too!)

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Hey wow! The guys at the toy factory just finished stitching me together! I feel fantastic, all great and new! Hey, what's happening now? Thier putting me in a big dark box? With lots of other me's too! Hello other me's! Well, seen as though I'm here now, I better start calling things names, other wise I won't ever know what I'm talking about, so I shall call this thing which I am thinking from my head. Yes, a head! And this rather long thing my head is perched upon? My... my neck. Oh what fun this is! And these four long things protruding from my body, I shall call them legs! Ooh dear, I must say I am feeling rather tired now, I think I might just take a short nap! Goodnight!

Oh my, now where am I? There is a lot of toys here! They all look like such fun to play with, oh how I wish I was able to! I wonder what that sign says, then I might be able to discover where I am. Hmmm...Jack-In-The-Box Toy Store? Oh what is this dreadful thing on my leg? A price tag? $10? Is that all I am worth? Ahh, well, as long as the children who desire to play with me are happy...Why, here comes a little boy with his mother now!

I have been bought! Oh joy upon joy! I now belong to somebody! A little boy called Hector! I do wish he would stop hugging me so tightly though, it really is quite a nusiance after the fiftieth or so time. What did he say? He's going to name me? Jaffy? I rather like that name! Hector, I think you and I are going to be the very best of friends!

~A Year Later~

Many terrible things have happened this year, to poor little Hector and I. Hector and his mother were evcited from their house. His mother couldn't afford it. Hector's mother always told him to stay in certain places, and like a good boy, he always would. Except one day, a few weeks ago, she told him to stay in the park. Of course he did, but she never came back. Poor little Hector. Now we live in a yellow tunnel in the park near where Hector and I used to live. Things shall get better though, Hector keeps on telling me. I hope for the best, but I know it cannot happen.

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That was rather strange wasn't it? I enjoyed writing that! I should write from a cuddly toys P.O.V more often! Please R+R. Thanks, and be good now!