For anyone who remembers my disjointed interjection of the Tale of Frank, I have an exciting update! For those who who have no idea what I am talking about:
The only thing I have ever trusted myself to sew was my dog’s stuffed cow.
She is historically brutal on stuffed animals, especially those containing squeakers. She is quite systematic about ripping the throat out of them and finding said squeakers and rendering them plastic confetti.
For a long time (in puppy-time, that is) Ender had a stuffed cow that she acquired through nefarious means but was allowed to keep after sufficiently “marking her territory” with her drool. Over time, a leg or horn or such became torn, but mildly enough that some “skillful” intervention on my part prolonged the life of the poor thing. My feeble sewing skills and my even more feeble “emergency” sewing kit came to the rescue many times, so many in fact, I eventually named him Frank (short for Frankenstein), because each time I fixed him I had to use a different color string, since my sewing kit only contained a tiny spool of each color, which was enough to enact the appropriate first aid once.
Poor Frank. I wish his story had a happier ending, but alas, eventually Frank lost all his innards across my living room and kitchen and bedroom and Frank went to stuffed animal heaven.
In an exciting Soap Opera/comic book type twist – Frank is alive! Somehow, I must have incorrectly remembered some other stuffed animal of Ender’s as being torn limb from limb as Frank – who disappeared for some time. It turns out, Frank was packed away with some of Ender’s other toys that have been stored away for some time since my last few moves. 😛
Frankie, I think youse has some ‘splaining to do.
He is currently soaking in a much needed bath… So updates soon!