The first time I met the shaggy headed little hero, he looked like a midget of a midget. Wait.. no.. an adolescent midget midget. He clung to the hand of a hazel eyed angel like it were an umbilical cord bringing mana from heaven.
She leaned down to face level with the adorable dwarf, (he was not really a midget you know, just tiny) and told him, “Look from now on you are going to have to sleep in your own bed, because you are so big and all. So you can pick any teddy bear you want to sleep in your bed.”
The pint sized purchaser eyed the rack at ‘’Toys 4 Us’ like he was making a decision over what bride to choose, or what transplant heart he wanted.
There were so many teddy bears on the rack, there was noway he would choose me. They had bears that talked walked, breakdanced, and sang. Now back in the seventies I was the shiz nigh, but these advanced bears make me look obsolete.
I still remember the day he pulled me from the rack and said " My name is Leeto Homero, but my friends call me Little little."