I’m a stuffed animal toy in one of those arcade glass boxes where the stuffed animal toys huddle at the bottom and a child comes over to man the controls that move the hanging grabber to hover above me and descend to grab me as his toy of choice and lift me up and carry me over to the hole to the chute where he drops me and I slide out.

Most of the time in those displays the grabber doesn’t grab strong enough and drops the toy too soon so the management saves money, keeps the toy in the pile, and there are very few winners.

In my case, the grabber really grabs, digs in so I can’t get away, drops me into the hole, I slide out, the kid grabs his prize and takes me home, puts me in his room on a shelf with his other toys where he can get tired of me pretty quick.

I don’t even know where I am or what my future is beyond the shelf, because I’m just a stuffed animal toy that used to be on top of the pile.