"Hello?"
"Hi. Did you call few days ago about missing doll?"
"YES!"
"Is it a duck?"
"Uh, it's a bird. A yellow bird."
"Yes, duck! We found it. We will bring it now to your room."
Saved!
Since then, I have carefully moved Tweety from my bed to my living room sofa every morning, but yesterday morning I forgot to do so and Tweety is missing yet again!
Parag offered to send me a new Tweety doll (thanks, friend!), but it's not really Tweety that I'm attached to. In fact, I'm afraid of birds because of a traumatic chicken experience that I had while living in the sticks of Korea as a kid.
I'm attached to the fact that Tweety is so old that my mom has to handwash it because it would probably fall apart in the washing machine. I'm attached to the fact that I still have no idea whether I should call Tweety a "he" or "she." I'm attached to the fact that Tweety is the same as always, minus the drool that it was covered in once upon a time.
On that note, I really want to watch Toy Story 3 in 3D. Too bad I can't find a theater in Seoul that is playing it...
July 1, 2010:
Tweety has been found!
=)
July 1, 2010:
Tweety has been found!
=)