Well, here's chapter two.
Woody blinked his eyes once or twice before propping himself up as he worriedly gazed at the open door. Mr. Potato Head helped his wife to her feet, just as concerned as the cowboy. For those piled inside the play bin all climbed up and looked over the brim and Jessie and Buzz Lightyear perched on top gazed, as though wistfully at the hallway outside the door. This matter had been divised for some time now for their little Bonnie. She was just a little girl who fully did not deserve to experience something so unpleasant. Woody picked up his hand stitched hat and lamely placed it back on his head as he sat up, not in a positive mood at all today. Trixie and Rex peeked out from under the bed after spending night there after Bonnie's prehistoric adventure she had them in and they too seemed just as unhappy as everyone else. Mr. Pricklepants and Hamm waddled toward the pondering cowboy as though trying to bring something important up.
"Mrs. Anderson had this scheduled for over a month now."
"But why?" Rex asked as he walked out from underneath the bed with Trixie following closely. "Can't she see that Bonnie doesn't want to?"
"It's not a matter of choosing, rather it's a matter of what is best for our dear Bonnie." Pricklepants poetically finished.
"You're such a ham..." Buttercup the Unicorn grumbled.
"Yo, I'm down here!" the Piggy bank called out from below.
"Yes, well, she did get pretty sick a couple weeks ago." Buzz sat casually over the bin's brim. "I've never seen a child get that ill."
"Andy never got that bad," Jessie added.
"She didn't play with us at all for two weeks, the poor baby..." Dolly sighed sadly.
"Well, that's why Andy gave us to her." Woody boldly spoke for the first time this morning, allowing his voice to crack slightly when he said his former owner's name. "We will always be here when she needs us." he said as he turned toward everyone looking down at him. "That's a promise I'm willing to keep."
"Now that's our cowboy." Buzz winked proudly.
To their surprise, there came the voice of Mrs. Anderson from the kitchen.
"You can take any toys you wish, Bonnie,"
"Can I take my blankie?"
"Yes, Blankie too." her Mother laughed gently. "Hurry now. We don't want to be late."
Woody gasped and collapsed to the floor, still and lifeless like any toy as with everyone else. Jessie, Buzz, Slinky, Buttercup and the rest of those in the bin all fell in unison back in. Rex and Trixie both squeaked in surprise and scuttled back under Bonnie's bed. Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head just when limb and rolled still just as the nervous child entered the room. There she found him, right where she left him. With a teary smile, Bonnie picked up Woody as she went to her toy bin to pick some others she wanted to take. Her instant options were Buzz, Jessie and her Slinky Dog. But her best comfort among all of them was Woody; the brave, kind Sheriff who would never give up on her. Lastly she grabbed her soft quilt from off her bed and stuffed that along with her chosen toys into her backpack. The only one held firmly in her arms was Woody.
Well, you all know what's coming up next, huh? Usually, I don't write such short chapters, but I'm doing this on purpose. ;)