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Continuing the story of these, I had a stuffed monkey, that was bigger than me until I was about 2. Oddly he was white, possibly albino, I never questioned this. Also, much to my mother’s disappointment I never called him anything beyond Monkey.
Anyway, when I outgrew the dungarees they were passed on to Monkey, who proceeded to wear them with far more panache then I ever did. As the years progressed Monkey lived his own version of Woody’s life from Toystory. Less that he was replaced by a Buzz style toy
Probably more so the Nintendo, still one of the greatest toys ever. Happily take any one down on Blades of Steel FYI. Anyway, Monkey survived until I was about 18 when the then dog, Othello, a Dalmatian, named after the board game not Shakespeare’s masterpiece, found him
and proceeded to rip half his face off. Othello was not a good boy that day. And that concludes the random trip down memory lane. Fun remembering those little things.
