Muhammad placed the ridiculously cute mechanical terrier on a shelf comprised of an odd cast of players: a well-worn antique baseball glove, a button-eyed patchwork bear with sawdust stuffing, a miniature ship in a bottle, an "everybody wins" basketball participation trophy, an air-powered jumping robot, a stocking stuffer-sized knee-hugging elf with strands of hair jutting stick-straight from one root point, and rounded out with a plastic garbage pail full of slimy goo.
"Everything is loaded for vacay," Muhammad's moms called. "Pick a toy for the trip and let's go have fun!"
Muhammad reached to the top shelf for Major Smith O'Reens, a large scale action figure soldier-of-fortune with a chiseled chin, sculpted hair, and wearing a frogman diving suit. The kid cheered as he raced his motorized armchair with all-terrain tires out the door.
Muhammad's room became silent after the van pulled away. Now through the complicated chemical cosmology of hugs, the ball chasing poppet sparked to life like when a guardian angel is granted their wings. The wind-up dog felt a pain and wondered if something had broken inside; then thought, This must be how lonely feels.