In the bustling heart of the city, nestled within a department store, lived a small and unassuming teddy bear named Corduroy. He sat on a shelf, surrounded by rows of other toys, each hoping to catch the eye of a child and be taken to a loving home. Corduroy, with his worn but endearing appearance, dreamed of finding a place where he would be cherished.
Every day, Corduroy watched as children and their parents passed by, admiring the toys but often choosing the newer, more polished ones. Corduroy’s heart sank a little each time he saw a child pick up another toy and carry it away with a smile. But he never gave up hope.
Then, one glorious day, as the sun cast warm rays through the department store windows, a little girl named Lisa walked in with her mother. Lisa’s eyes twinkled with curiosity as she gazed around the toy section. Her hand brushed against Corduroy, and she paused.
Corduroy’s heart raced with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. Could this be the moment he had been waiting for? Lisa’s fingers traced the outline of Corduroy’s soft fabric. She let out a delighted gasp and looked up at her mother. “Mommy, can I have this teddy bear?”
Lisa’s mother inspected Corduroy and gently explained, “I’m sorry, sweetie, but it looks like this teddy bear is missing a button. We wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
Disappointment welled up in Corduroy, but he understood. He watched as Lisa’s eyes lingered on him for a moment longer before they continued their search. Corduroy sighed softly, believing his chance at a loving home was slipping away once again.
But little did he know that Lisa had made up her mind. She was determined to have Corduroy as her own. As they left the store, Lisa clutched her mother’s hand and whispered, “I really want that teddy bear, Mommy.”
Lisa’s mother smiled down at her daughter’s earnest expression. “Well, sweetie, we can always come back and get it when we have enough money.”
From that day on, Lisa embarked on a mission. She helped with chores around the house, collected loose change, and even saved a portion of her allowance. As the days turned into weeks, Lisa’s determination remained unshaken. Every night, before she went to bed, she placed her earnings into a small jar labeled “Corduroy.”
Finally, the moment arrived when the jar was filled to the brim with coins and bills. Lisa’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she clutched the jar and tugged at her mother’s sleeve. “Mommy, can we go get Corduroy now?”
With a tender smile, Lisa’s mother agreed, and the two set off to the department store. As they reached the toy section, Lisa’s heart raced with anticipation. Would Corduroy still be there, waiting for her?
And there he was, sitting on the shelf just as Lisa had remembered. She picked up Corduroy and held him close, feeling a connection that went beyond appearances. Lisa’s mother exchanged a knowing glance with the store clerk, and together, they made their way to the checkout counter.
With the money Lisa had saved, Corduroy was officially hers. Lisa’s fingers brushed against the missing button, but to her, Corduroy was perfect just the way he was. As they left the store, Lisa hugged Corduroy tightly and whispered, “You’re my best friend, Corduroy.”
From that day on, Corduroy had a loving home and a friend who cherished him for his uniqueness. Lisa and Corduroy’s days were filled with endless adventures, tea parties, and bedtime stories. And as they snuggled together each night, Corduroy knew that dreams really do come true – sometimes with a missing button, but always with a heart full of love.Bedtime Stories by Dailyswot.