A dark night, the little boy named Moonshine sat in their box they called home. They begun to stich back their arm. They had a strange mix of a plush body and a normal human body. Theit body was plush. Underneath their skin was a cotton layer, then the blood. They normally camped out in the woods behind all of the neighborhood. So, there they sat, stitching theur arm back in place in a box with their favorite blanket.