In the dusty corner of Sullivan’s room, there hung a once-cherished plush toy, now a forgotten relic of fleeting childhood joy. Edgar, the plush bear with a slightly chubby body and muscular arms, had seen better days. He had one eye missing, and his once vibrant fur was now dulled and covered in dust. Torn seams revealed tufts of white stuffing, evidence of the playful destruction caused by Sullivan's pet cat. Edgar's story began on a magical night at a bustling nighttime parade. Sullivan had won him from a claw machine, a thrilling victory that brought the boy immense delight. For a short while, Edgar was Sullivan's constant companion, a trusted friend in his imaginative adventures. But like many childhood treasures, Edgar's time in the spotlight was brief. The cat's rough play left him damaged, and soon he was relegated to hanging in neglect, a shadow of his former self.