Just a Dog dressed as man with his pet cat.
If you where a 90’s kid. Then you have seen toy story, or even if you weren’t I’m sure you have seen it. If you haven’t seen it. Don’t bather reading this any feather. Just go. I don’t want you.
Ok, Toy story 3 ended better then I could have ever imagine. I cried. I did.
But it that cant be the end. There should be one last short that ends it all. Andy needs to know the truth.
There needs to be one last animated short where an older Bonnie Visits elderly Andy on his death bed. Nothing is said, you just hear music and the sound of machines that he is hooked up to. Then Bonnie’s daughter walks in clenching woody in her hands. She looks back at her mom who smiles. She places the tattered woody doll on Andy’s chest and runs back to her mom. She takes one last look at Andy and then leaves. Moments pass, Andy stays still with his eyes closed. Woody turns his head up at Andy, and down. He looks into Andy’s closed eyes, as if they where open. And says “Thanks, partner” A smile slowly spreads across Andy’s face. And woody closes his eyes with Andy, for the last time.
No one else is going to say this so I guess I will. Don’t tell the other 11, but your my favorite. I can’t remember the last time anyone has done anything for you, so I thought I could right you this letter.
Today is the first I have got to see you in a long time, I like that thing you do where you turn all the leafs on all the trees orange and yellow, I like the way you make the air fresher and the night sky’s more clear. People give October and December all the big holidays but I know you’re the cool one, but something tells me people know how special you are, because we gave you the title for national novel writing month. And you inspire me.
I enjoyed my first day with you and I’m looking forward to the other 29.
You know when you open a new can of tennis balls, first you pop of the plastic lid, then you peal back that thin mettle seal keeping 3 balls fresh inside, you dump one into your hand and it almost flouts there its so soft, It smells of new car smell and fresh rubber, Its great.
My favorite thing to do when I was a kid was hum, but the best thing was when mom was vacuuming the house, I would sit there and hum with the noise whole time. When it stopped I would almost cry.
But the best thing of all, is when you have had a long day, maybe you worked harder that day to make this moment even better, you get to take of your shoes, socks and climb into bed.
I like you. And the other day you told me you liked me too. I know you can’t speak – but its nice to pretend. I remember the first time I met you, pondering the fire place and the glowing red fire in it as it wormed my skin, asking myself what reason there might be for it to be so cold. But there you where, right outside my window, I’d seen you around before – most days you where the reason I got sick or my hair got all frizzy, but I sill love you. You made me a better person. And I love that thing you do that lets me see my breath. I decided to take a more critical look at my surroundings, my situations, my conversations. I allowed my true self to come out. I take more time to write because of you – you also help me remember how much I love to eat soup and that felling I get when it worms the back of my throat. And after not seeing you for a wail, you give me that overlapping felling of calmness and you remind me of why I missed you so much, Its not about the look, its about the movement the pacing. You help me slow down and learn to love life, I never realized it before – but you do so much for me. Thank you winter, I’m glad your back.