Back in middle school my friends and I would each bring a pocketful of tiny toys to school. We called these toys 'doo-dads' and spent many of our free hours making up kingdoms and worlds involving them and the various playground locations.
The toys my friend Anna brought included a set of tiny penguins; four or five adults and one baby, all of them so well-loved that there were completely white. I believe they each had a name, but mostly I just remember that the baby penguin was called 'Pen' and he was my favorite--probably among all the doo-dads, actually.
Toys were not the only things in Anna's pockets, either. She had a newspaper that she carried around for years, as well.
I've always thought I was a hoarder, but then I'd look at Anna and realize that I was just on the far edge of normal--not that she needs to be on a TV show over it, just that my family didn't tape 'hello my name is' badges to our walls.
...although I noticed the other day that mom seems to have a collection of all her convention-related name tags down in her studio. And I do keep movie tickets for longer than I should admit (I have been working on throwing them out, but old habits die hard, and I know there's still a box of tickets around somewhere).
Maybe Anna's pockets weren't all that strange after all.
Good LORDY that penguin is the CUTEST thing ever!! I much like him and the owl as well.. Le sigh :) If I weren't so poor I'd buy him and give money to you. *raises glass* Here's to a better economy!
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