"The Plushie Intruder" by lastavenger Striki loved plushies. She kept a collection of old ones that she spent long hours lovingly chewing. A few were missing arms or legs, or had loose buttons or stitches, but she adored them to pieces nonetheless. It didn't cross her mind to think of how this one might have gotten into the garden. All she knew was that she had to find it. Sniffing wildly...
Fondant and Flippant Wishes It takes him exactly thirty-three and a half steps to get downstairs to his kitchenette, where his coffeepot warms up within seven minutes.