Woody:
My Son had this obsession with 'Toy
Story' when it first came out. He was so into it in fact, he wanted all the
toys-especially Woody. The doll cost too much then for our budget, but, he
lucked out and got one out of a Burger King Happy Meal who were also promoting
the movie at the time. This doll was medium sized, quite big for a happy meal
toy! I had to admit it was pretty cool being that it was pull-string and would
say everything the one from the movie would say.
He Loved his Woody doll, and took it with
him everywhere, he never left it out of his sight-and as long as he was happy, I
was happy.
One night, I was up late in the
livingroom, and he was already asleep in his room. Out of nowhere I heard what
sounded like a 'click-click' as if something was winding up. I then understood,
that the noise was coming from Woody. His 'voice' seemed strained and garbled,
as he repeated time and time again-"You're my favorite deputy!' 'You're my
favorite deputy!'
I said in a calm voice for my son to go
back to sleep, but there it was again-"You're my favorite deputy!"
I got up and went to his room-but he was
fast asleep, that's when I also noticed that Woody's 'voice' was NOT coming from
my son's room. I followed the sound, as it would change, sounding weirder and
weirder. I kept telling myself it was probably the batteries dying-but then
recalled it was a pull string. I then reasoned with myself and just thought that
it must be broken. I finally found the doll, and was really expecting that it
was caught on something to be making the string work in some way, but the doll
was just sitting, on a shelf.
I couldn't help but feel weird as I
looked at it sitting there, for I didn't recall seeing it there in the first
place, and HAD to pass right by where it was to get to my son's room. I looked
at the doll, and picked it up, but could find nothing noticeably wrong with it.
So I placed it back, turned my back to it, and heard it say again, but in a low,
raspy sort of voice.."You're, my favorite deputy...."
I turned around quickly, to see it just
sitting there, and told it in a firm voice, that if it kept making noise, I was
going to throw it away. Not another sound came from the doll.
The next day, my son was crazy looking
for his doll, and asked me if I knew where it could be. I remembered that it was
on the shelf, and when we went to retrieve it-no doll. We searched EVERYWHERE-no
doll! That doll was NEVER seen in, around, or outside this house, ever again,
and the last one who'd seen it was me right in our livingroom!
Could it be that the doll decided it was
better he left? I guess we'll never know...
-Nina