Alright, here it is! Honestly, I had a LOT of trouble writing another chapter for this story. I finally decided to end it like I began it - Bonnie playing with her toys. I know that the story is not written with the vocabulary of a small child, but since it mostly takes place in her head I decided I could extrapolate from what she was thinking - write the soul of her story, if you will. I guess I was trying to be symbolic or something. Let me know if it worked! ;)

"Honey, I'm going to take a nap. Be quiet for mommy, okay?"

Bonnie declared her assent and dramatically tiptoed down the hall as Mom stretched herself out on the couch. The girl entered her room, unaware that moments before it had been a frenzy of toys rushing hither and thither to their respective positions. She rocked back and forth on her heels and glanced about her, perhaps wondering how she would manage to incorporate fun and quiet into the same activity. Sighing, she selected a book from her backpack and hopped onto her bed. Woody and Buzz joined her, but the story did not hold her interest for long. Soon she was pacing throughout the room, picking objects up at random only to set them down again. When she reached the bookshelf she paused, staring at the Bo Peep figurine. She stretched a hand out almost without realizing what she was doing, then snatched it back quickly with a furtive look at the door. She glanced at the doll again.

Bonnie had avoided the temptation of handling her new toy for weeks now, and her resolve was faltering. Mom thought that she would hurt it. But she was a big girl. She had even managed to tie her own shoes this morning. She knew that she couldn't throw this toy around like she did her others. She would never do that. This doll was special, and deserved extra careful handling. Bonnie looked at the cowboy in her hand. "You want her to come down too, don't you Woody?" she whispered, seeking for the permission that her mother wouldn't give. Woody was, after all, the sheriff. She reasoned that if he wanted to meet the new girl, who was she to argue?

But just to be safe, she crept down the hallway. Mom's gentle snoring assured her they would not be disturbed. She returned to the bedroom and shut the door as softly as she could. Not wanting to wake Mom, the story that unfolded was partly whispered aloud, but largely envisioned in vivid colors that sparked through Bonnie's imagination.

A man rode through a grassy valley. He sat comfortably in the saddle, with a loose grip on the reins for his steed was loyal and surefooted. The sky was blue and the sun was bright, making the star on the man's chest shine gold. Beneath the shade of his hat he was smiling.

He slowed when he saw another rider in the distance. "Hello!" he called, but the lone figure did not respond. As the man drew nearer, he noticed that the stranger looked identical to him. As his twin continued to copy his movements, he realized it was a reflection. Confused, he turned his gaze upward and saw that before him was a tower made of glass, almost invisible to the eye. "Hello?" he called once more, and this time a reply came from above. A girl with pale skin and blond hair peered out of a small window at the top of the tower.

He was not a prince, nor she a princess, but they might as well have been. He had a noble heart, full of courage and valor; she possessed a charity and grace to rival any lady. As surely as a fairytale must begin with 'Once Upon a Time' and end with 'Happily Ever After', they were destined for each other. But walls of glass stood between them. He could not climb them; they were too smooth and steep. She could not come down; the window was not large enough to admit her. She wept at her folly, for she had once built the tower to protect herself. Now it was her prison.

The man returned every day. He lived to see her face and hear her voice. He made declarations of his love to her, but she could not – would not – respond in kind. She feared what love would require of her.

Then one day he did not come. She waited as the sun lumbered across the sky, certain that each new shaft of light would herald his arrival. They did not. Once darkness curtained her window she knew with certainty that refusing to speak those simple words did not make them untrue – she loved the man. And now he was gone. She cried until she slept.

"Hello!" The cry woke her from her fitful slumber. She recognized his voice before she knew what word he spoke. She rushed to the window. He was there, smiling up at her, an explanation ready on his lips. But she did not care what had held him from her yesterday.

"I love you." The phrase soared like a bird to his ears, and she saw his eyes alight with joy. Then a question entered them. She knew what he would ask, and she knew that she would say yes.

With careful hands he gripped a pickaxe and swung it with all his might at the wall. A crack leapt up the tower like a shiver. She trembled, and her face became even paler. Sweat beaded his forehead, but he swung again and again, until the fractured structure shuddered to the ground.

With a cry that was part triumph, part terror, he leapt into the wreckage. Heedless of the glass that sliced his hands, he unearthed her, pulling her free. Her cheek and arm were bleeding profusely, mauled beyond repair, but she smiled. This cost was a pittance to the treasure it bought – to stand here outside, in his arms. To be able to whisper "I love you" directly into his ear, and to have him tilt his head not up towards her window, but down onto her lips.

"Bonnie, come and pick up your things from the living room!"

Bonnie gave a guilty start and hastily replaced the doll onto the shelf. "Coming Mom!" She laid Woody beside Bo before leaving the room.

Bo smiled down at Woody as he sat up. She was aware of Jessie staring daggers at her from across the room and knew that the cowgirl thought it vastly unfair that Bo had gotten to kiss Woody during her first playtime with Bonnie. No doubt she would be over later asking for pointers.

"Well how about that!" Woody was standing now, looking immensely pleased.

"Oh it was so wonderful to be played with again, after all this time…that Bonnie is one smart little lady."

"She sure is" Woody agreed, pulling Bo close once more, giving silent thanks that no walls remained between them.

Given the difficulty I had pulling more out of this story, this will be the last chapter. I am burned out on this idea right now but who knows? Maybe I will write a sequel to it one day, if inspiration strikes again. Thank you so much to everyone who has read, reviewed, followed, and/or favorited. You have made my first foray into fanfiction an immensely enjoyable one!