Taking a break from my school assignments, I wanted to do some sketching in Photoshop. This is my fursona's mouse toy for anyone who doesn't know; given to me by rigormortis of course. I pretty much never work in just black and white, so I played with some hatching instead of my usual colouring and shading style. Just a little thing I did to take a break for 5 minutes.



Now it's story time! You can ignore this if you like, it doesn't necessarily have much to do with the drawing, but I feel like sharing it. ---

In my opinion, there are few things that appear more sad and lonesome than a lost or abandoned toy. Something that someone used to love and care for and spend time with, tossed away and left to its fate.

A few weeks ago I was driving home on the highway, and I happened to notice along the road, perched on top of a guardrail, was a teddy bear. I passed by it rather quickly of course, but as I kept driving, I couldn't help but think about what that teddy bear was doing sitting on the side of the highway. I imagined someone may have stopped when they had car trouble; let their kid out of the car to stretch their legs, where maybe the child set it there and forgot to grab it before they left. I imagined someone may have been playing with the bear in the car with the window rolled down, and somehow it got tossed out the window; then someone else found it along the road and sat it up on the rail. Multiple scenarios ran through my head about how and why that bear might have gotten there. And then what? If it was lost accidentally, how long was it before the owner realized it was gone? How upset were they to realize their teddy bear was missing? Already miles behind, the bear just sits and waits, watching the countless cars go by...

The bear sat on that guardrail for about three days, then it was gone.

Have you ever lost a toy that meant a lot to you?