Projects don't always...
come out as planned.

He had been created with a good idea in mind.

A perfect pet he would have been, a perfect pet he would b if given the chance!

A perfect friend.

Small in build, just a bit smaller than a dikdik, with fluffy grey fur and big wide ears.

With a friendly sparkle to his eye.

But the money had just...run dry.

He was still perfect in his own way.

Patches of fur missing, but still so soft and huggable.

A missing limb, but still eager to run and play and bounce!

one eye sewn shut, only to be opened when truly needed friendly, so friendly, smiling and kind.

It was truly hard to decide if this project had failed or succeeded.

Yes, he tripped and stumbled over badly sewn threads, and could only hobble swiftly while his friends ran, but, he laughed, and rolled, nuzzled and loved everyone, he could not hate, he could not NOT be someone's friend, it was all he could do.

He never favored one friend over another.

He lived to please them.

so one had to wonder, why so many looked at him as if he were a walking corpse.

Was he not a good friend?

was he such a failed project?

He never took any mind to it.

How could he? how could anyone not want to be another's friend?

He never wondered if others were fighting, it was all play right?

Right?

of course.

A perfect friend.

What a wonderful project.

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