My dad gave my mom a huge stuffed tiger, that she adored. Cute you say? This tiger has terrorized all of us for years, it has always been perched in their condo guestroom on the bed. Every time I walked in there I would brace myself for the sinister eyes that would follow me.
Griffin stuffed it in the closet whenever he spent the night, I have been known to cover its head up with a towel. Erica didn't want to go near it. We begged my mom to just get rid of it.
During the packing up of my mom's condo last week, Chris made me take it home "put it on Griff's bed to welcome him home," she said with an evil glint in her eye. The tiger is now on Griffin's bed looking very unsettling. Every time I walk by Griffin's room the damn thing is staring at me, the other night when the lights were out and I walked by his room I could see the outline of his head and I about wet my pants.
I tried stuffing him in the closet, but even in there he terrifies me.
There should be a law against making sinister stuffed animals, they should call it the "Winnie The Pooh Law."
This is what I imagine the tiger does to the dimwitted Winnie when no one is home.
Anyone want a stuffed tiger?