It was always there and never hard to find. Stuff of all sorts and type in all the colors of the rainbow. Hard, soft, mushy, fluffy cloth or vinyl bound stuff. Nothing the whole of it all stands out as ever having been memorable. People need stuff so stuff gets made. IStuff is there on a never ending treadmill of ins and outs. Bags or box full carried in and then on an unknown day all unceremoniously thrown away. There was however a sad face Teddy Bear which had eyes that seemed to follow me as I sifted through the pile. Maybe because they were half round and still shiny, but it was unmistakable. Never white, not bold enough to have been grey or light blue its matted hair was sodden. The ribbon around the neck was faded and no doubt ever bright. Once I picked itup there was no going back. I was not only bringing it home, but to a toy maker shop for a cleaning and pick me up. We would smile again. Thank you Mr. Bear.
