Woody laid under the sleeping Bonnie's arm and was about to fall asleep himself when he realized that Mr. Pricklepants, a stuffed porcupine and one of Bonnie's favorite toys, was not lined up with the other toys that Bonnie slept with.
Woody carefully slid away, without waking Bonnie, and began to search for Pricklepants. He was surprised to find him perched on the window sill and staring up at the sky. Woody climbed onto Bonnie's bookshelf so that he could speak to his friend.
"Pricklepants, it's late. You know how upset Bonnie gets if she can't find you." Woody said.
Pricklepants turned to Woody. "Have you ever looked at stars, Woody?" He asked.
Woody looked out the window briefly and then shrugged. "They're beautiful, but what does that have to do with y-"
"There is millions of them. Even though they aren't real, at least they are never lonely. Humans naturally have companionship as well." Pricklepants explained.
"Well, we've got that to. We have Bonnie and everyone else, what more could we want?"
Pricklepants sighed. "We all may be made of cotton and wood, but that doesn't mean we don't have a heart or feelings."
"What do you mean?" Woody asked.
"No matter how much I mean to Bonnie, I am nothing but her toy. No matter how many friends I make, they've always a..." Pricklepants stopped mid-sentence and looked down.
"A what?"
"Never mind, Woody. We should get back to bed." Pricklepants climbed off the sill and returned to Bonnie's bed.
As Woody crawled back under Bonnie's arm, he finally realized what Pricklepants had meant: a true love.