While we are telling stories I had a stuffed bunny that I took everywhere as a kid. One day I lost him and cried and cried. A year later I was being dragged around by my mom at Osco drugs and I saw my fuzzy bunny sitting on the shelf. I started screaming MoM MoM, Fuzzy Bunny. She took it to the cashier and explained that the ratty looking bunny with one eye and one ear was actually mine and it was left last Easter at the store and put away with the other decorations. Wish I had a heartfelt picture of Mr Fuzzy Bunny but my brother blew him up with fireworks that fourth of July. Beginning of the end of my childhood.