Miles Morales Stuffed Animal の小説・ストーリー

The children had fallen in love with that shop and from then on, we had visited it frequently. They had been lovers of the arts from very early on. “Rawr!” Miles had exclaimed when he once caught sight of a tiger painting. “Mommy, I want to be a tiger!” he had said. On Halloween next month, I had gotten him an orange costume with black stripes. He had been the happiest in his life. I had spent the whole evening laughing as he “rawr!”-ed at everyone who opened their door before extending his bag for treats. Mabel had dressed up as a bunny.

The woman inside the teddy bear costume turned around, and her face was identical to Gigi's. "MaGigi mia… the thief crying thief." "They're adulterers. Conning the whole Family." "Fucking hell, we almost bought it." "Hiding inside a teddy bear to fuck? That's not human. That's gutter trash." The Chamber erupted in curses and shouts. Even the Don's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing with cold disgust. Sal and Gigi looked at each other. Sweat beaded on their foreheads, their knees trembling, nearly buckling.

At breakfast, Zoe chatters away as usual, telling me about her new stuffed animal, Toddles. You need to see him, Jen. He has the cutest eye, though the other isn't there. But he's the coolest. I chuckle at her childish babbles. Tell me what Toddles is like. Maddie is a stuffed lion who appears to be missing an eye. I'll find an old button and fix him up. I turn to smile at Zoe. I cannot wait to meet Toddles. He will be happy to meet you too. Zoe says, acting a little prim, which tears a laugh out of me. If mom allows it, I will bring him to dinner.

Miles pushed it open a second later, arms full — a paper bag tucked under one elbow, a small stuffed giraffe clutched in his other hand. “I come bearing bribes,” he said, eyes flicking from me to Rachel and then to Aurora like he’d just caught the sweetest secret in the world. “You brought a giraffe,” I said, raising a brow. “For my favorite girl,” he shot back, stepping closer to tap the toy gently against Aurora’s cheek. The baby gurgled, eyes wide, tiny hands waving toward the soft yellow ears. Rachel didn’t say a word, but her smile betrayed her — small, warm, tucked away in the corner of her mouth like something she hadn’t planned on showing.

He presented the box to me with a small smile. “What is this?” I whispered, staring in shock at the miniature stuffed toy like it was made of something poisonous. It was a half penguin half bear. When I was twelve, I’d had two stuffed toys, a penguin and a bear and I’d named them Mr Cuddles and Captain Fisher. But a freak accident had cost me Mr Cuddles. I was inconsolable for weeks. Then dad had had the brilliant idea of being a seamstress.

General Sweets must be so angry. Thankfully, Suzie didn’t see the panic on my face because she turned around to get my last two presents. “Okay, this one is a bit silly.” She said, giving me a big present that felt very soft. Inside was a stuffed animal, which looked like an alien or something. “It’s a squishmallow.” Suzie explained. “It’s really soft. I have one for when I feel upset. It’s nice to snuggle with or use as a cushion. It’s silly, and if you don’t like it, -“