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It was late at night. Unbeknownst to the sleeping Davis family, the downstairs TV was on, its blue light flickering on the living room wall.
Bo nestled under Woody's arm as they watched a movie together. "She's pretty," said Bo, referring to an actress on the screen. "She has such lovely eyes."
Woody tugged on his bandana. "N-Not as lovely as yours…" He said shyly.
Smiling, Bo sat up. Closing her eyes, she pursed her lips as she tilted her face upward. The Cowboy leaned in toward her…
"Isn't this sweet?" Sneered a new voice.
Woody jumped about a mile as his eyes flew open. Bo was gone and in her place was a toy he dreaded: Stinky Pete the Prospector.
"You!" Woody cried, scooting away on his behind as fast he could. "How'd you get here? Where's my girlfriend?"
Prospector held his pickax in his hand as he stroked the blade. "Funny thing about porcelain," he said smoothly. "So delicate, so fragile, so easily…broken…" He smiled sadistically as he pointed the ax behind him.
Sid Philips was there, laughing maniacally. He had Bo strapped to a firecracker and was now lighting the fuse.
"NO!" Woody screamed as he lunged forward, but it was too late. The dynamite exploded. Shards flew past Woody as he covered his face.
Falling to his hands and floppy knees, the Cowboy began to weep. "Oh Bo…"
Stinky Pete circled behind him causally. "It's too bad really, but how could you expect to protect her when her own boyfriend is too scrawny and weak?"
There was a large piece of ceramic in front of Woody and he picked it up. It was Bo's detached face. She looked up at him with sorrowful eyes. "Why couldn't you protect me, Woody?"
Woody bolted up in bed and screamed. As he hyperventilated, he looked around at his surroundings. He was in the canopy bed in the guestroom. The sheer white curtains hanging from the top frame swayed back and forth in the ceiling fan breeze. Bo was lying next to him under the covers. She was in one piece. One, whole, beautiful piece. Woody thanked his lucky stars that it'd all been just a dream.
Bo moaned and turned over. "Woody? Wh-What's going on? Did you have a nightmare?"
The Cowboy, still breathing hard, could only nod and mutter, "Uh-huh…"
Bo propped herself up and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Did you watch another scary movie with Buzz? Woody, we talked about this…" Suddenly she found herself wrapped tightly in Woody's embrace.
"Woody, what's wrong?" Bo placed her hands on his back. "Sweetie, you're trembling!" Stroking his temple, she looked concerned. "Was it really that bad?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Woody shook his head. "No, I-I just want to go back to sleep."
"Are you sure?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well, all right then…" As they lay back down, Woody suddenly pulled her close, clasping her tightly to his chest.
What could scare Woody so badly? Bo wondered to herself as she once again drifted off to sleep in his arms. I bet it had something to do with Andy. My poor baby…