“Take it.” The old storekeeper thrust the stuffed snake into Dad’s hands. “Your little girl needs a special friend to go with her bear.”
“How did you know…” Dad said.
I didn’t want the stupid snake. It was all black and green, with stupid red beads for eyes.
“Well ok,” Father was saying.
“For him no charge just so I know it’s going to a good home.” Her smile was as big as a clown’s.
I hated clowns, they're too white skin, and their too big smiles. Of course being 9 I wouldn't admit that to Dad. The only one I ever told when I was afraid was Paddy. Paddy was my bear, he protected me at night and made the bad dreams go away.
But it was Christmas time, which meant Dad was home and he always bought me presents. As long as I didn’t have to carry the creepy snake.
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