Storm and Bear were good friends. Storm would carry around his bear everywhere. They would sit in the corner and have long discussions with each other about world politics or gender equality then retire to the dining room for a quick lunch. They were joined at the hip and were never apart. Of course like any new friend who you have nothing in common with they grew apart and starting seeing other toys.

Bear was cast aside as they didn’t have the same excitement in their friendship that they previously did. It was disappointing to see him sitting outside today passed out on the lawn, hiding his face from the world. He doesn’t understand why Storm doesn’t like him anymore, he doesn’t understand why Storm decided to rip his stuffing out of his neck and he’s sad he was forced to sleep outside last night in the rain.

I picked him up and carried him inside. Storm saw me walk inside with his former friend but just looked away.

Sometime it hurts to lose a friend, and it’s harder when the friend doesn’t notice.