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A childhood belief about toys

When I was about 9 years old, I won a 6 foot tall yellow rabbit in a drawing. I propped it up in my room and, perhaps misled by it's life-sizeness, convinced myself that if he didn't eat, he would die.

I remember sneaking some of my mom's cherry cobbler in my room one night and trying to feed the rabbit. He didn't eat it, but I still have a vivid memory of his yellow and white face with red cherry juice on his felt tongue and whiskers.

— Richard

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