[Tam I am]

I don't know if any of you guys remember those beanbag toys called "Silly Slammers"? They were balls that you tossed, and they'd talk on impact. Well, my sister's son had one of those named Frisco, who talked like a surfer and had long yarn hair. Wolven would sometimes carry Frisco all over the apartment by the hair, occasionally dropping him to hear him talk. One day Frisco's battery finally gave out. Poor Wolven carried the toy around anxiously, dropping it once in awhile and then picking it up again. This went on for most of the day till he finally tucked Frisco into a corner and went away crying. He never touched Frisco again, and it seemed to us that he thought his friend had died.