Last night my husband put Zoë to bed and as he was tucking her into her cozy bed filled with stuffed animals of a wide variety Zoë suddenly realized her beloved was missing. Her beloved is Eeyore, of course. She has had this same Eeyore since she was 6 months old and he is her one true lovey.
With panic rising in her voice she said, "Where's Eeyore?"
"He's downstairs sleeping on the couch," my husband replied calmly.
"When he wakes up, can you bring him upstairs?"
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