"Pieces"
There it was, tucked in a dark, dusty corner beneath Andy's bed. "The Missus is sure going to be happy to see you!" Mr. Potato Head murmured as he picked up his wife's lost ear with the attached earring.
Unexpected warmth filled him. He'd certainly grown soft since she'd arrived. A twinge of guilt prickled his insides as he thought about how mean he had often been to the other toys. Well, they'd be crabby too if pieces of their faces kept falling off! he thought, slipping out from under the bed. At least my little Sweet Potato understands!
