*So far so good, right? Forgive me if it gets confusing going back and forth. Here chapter 2!*

Present

"The next day, his mom had placed a box in the car to be taken to the nearest daycare. Woody explained. Justin slipped me into the box without her knowing."

"What a despicable kid." Prickle Pants said.

"Yeah, not to mention spoiled! Buttercup said. How could a child toss aside a toy without even playing with it first? Gosh, I'm sorry Woody."

"That's where Rainbow Hill comes in now, right?" Trixie asked.

"Yeah, she left the box on the counter at the daycare. When I was brought to the play room for the older kids, I was introduced to a bunch of really nice toys, including another cowboy named Logan.

Story

Woody looked around the box as it shifted. There were a few tinker toys, some puzzles, and a sock monkey in the box besides him. He couldn't believe he was being donated, after not even one day with his new kid. His teeth began to chatter as fear took form.

"Hey cowboy, would you calm?" A fisher price little Ernie beside him shouted.

"Yeah, it will be alright. His pal Bert said. We're going to Rainbow Hill, one of the finest daycare's in the area. There are tons of kids there."

"You mean kids that are nicer then Justin?" Woody asked.

"Way nicer than Justin. Just wait, cowboy. You'll be scooped up the minute those kids come in the door." The lid to the box was opened and the hands of a stuffed elephant took each toy out of the box.

"Howdy folks, welcome to Rainbow hill." A cowboy like Woody dressed in a brown frayed jacket, pants, hat, and brown spur boots stood in front of Woody. "The names Logan, what's your, partner?" He held out his hand to him.

"Howdy, I'm Woody." Woody said, taking his hand and shaking it.

"Pleased to me you, Woody. Hey! You're a sheriff! That's pretty cool. We could use a bit of hard law around here, especially with Rumble and his gang thinking that they run the place." Logan said.

"Who is Rumble?" Logan wrapped an arm around him and pointed to a corner of the room. There were five toys: four of them were giant red army men and in the center of them was a very large stuffed German shepherd dog with a mean face.

"Rumble doesn't take kindly to new toys. We've actually lost a few good toys because of them."

"Wait, they've actually killed toys?" Woody asked.

"Technically no, just beaten them to the point where they needed to be disposed of." Woody gulped. "Oh but don't worry, we try to keep them in line the best that we can. If they mess with you at any time, come get me. I'll set them straight." Woody looked over at the toy gang. Rumble was glaring at him. The dog bared its teeth and growled at Woody, making him gasp.

Present

"In that moment, I knew he had made me his next target. Just in that one glare, I knew he was planning something awful for me." Woody said.

*Sorry that this one is short. Next one will be a bit longer!*