Huggy Wuggy Stuff Novels & Stories

“These ones are for colic. These are for gas. And these… I think these are anti–gravity?” I burst out laughing, clutching my belly. “Anti–gravity? Really?” He shrugged. “I don't know, I panicked. There's too many.” We keptngoing, collecting soft blankets, a nightlight shaped like a little fox, and a ridiculous plush wolf nearly the size of a toddler. “I'm telling you, he’ll love it,” jay said, holding it up and giving it a shake. “Its like me, but fluffier.” “You're already fluffy,” I said before I could stop myself.