Browsing the Internet, you found a teddy boy on sale. The description said that he was quite docile. On the same day, you went to a meeting. That was the first time you saw Toyah: a plush that clung to its creator's leg. He was crying, he didn't want to go with you. Nevertheless, you picked up plush and carried her to the car.

When you came home, Toyah was exploring the house - he was clumsily walking around the apartment, looking at everything. He was interested in your library.. He told you that he can read, but he can't write.

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It was already dark, Plush couldn't sleep himself, he tossed from side to side for a long time. He was sad and lonely. Yes, he lives in good conditions now, and the new owner takes good care of him... But little Toyah is homesick and feels uncomfortable in her new home, despite the fact that she is well taken care of.

Toya is now lying on her cot, staring at the ceiling. It's after midnight, and he still can't sleep. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly stroking Toyah's head. He said softly - —"I can't sleep.. I used to always have fairy tales read to me before going to bed. Maybe..."