“Hold still…” You said, Hairdryer Whimpered before you finally shouted triumphantly, “Got it!” You held the spur in a pair of tweezers, Hairdryer stood up and stretched, you then both relaxed, sitting by a tree, Hairdryer was your best friend, you’d always meet them in the forest after school; of course neither of your parents knew because Hairdryer was a Wild Monster Object whilst you were a City object.

“Hey, you got any of those really good sandwiches?” Hairdryer asked, you reached into your bag, pulling out a sandwich which he quickly wolfed down. There was a silence, you could hear birds chirping, cicadas buzzing, all that stuff. It was peaceful, serene even.

“Hey I got a new Rope toy, wanna play with—“ before you could finish your sentence, Hairdryer responded with a “Yes.”