His name is Mr. Chubbs. He makes me laugh all the time, and as long as I get a chance to hug him, I couldn’t help playing the evil to torture him. I make him sit on his chubby butts and his head going all the way slouching on his own tummy. I make him grovel with the face all over the floor. Sometimes I hang him on my neck or my shoulders as if he is a monkey. It’s pretty easy to do that since he seems have no bones at all. what he has is all soft soft soft skin and stuffing. I want so much to squeeze him, pinch him and crush him. Of course he never shrinkes but always comes back as perfectly same as what he looks like before. I just couldn’t help doing that, neither could everyone else. A couple of friends talked about the same implusion of “abusing” him. Poor Mr. Chubbs! He is just too nicely made to be treated decently and politely by human beings. But apart from this, normally I love my Mr. Chubbs and love to cuddle him in a sleep. Anyway he only had one night sleeping on my bed so far because he was just given to me as a birthday gift on last Friday. Well I think that’s one of the best birthday presents I have ever had in my life. I know I might be a bit too old for this (kind of toy), but it’s so nice to get somebody you like to give him your attention and affection; hug him, take care of him and enjoy he loves you back.