
Becky at Wonders Never Cease tagged anyone interested to post a picture of a favorite childhood toy. The only one I had handy is my chipmunk, Ritt-Rott the Second, or Ritty for short. No, Ritty is not ratty! Just very well loved. He was made by my mom to replace Ritt-Rott the First, who went everywhere with me, until he turned real and ran off with his chipmunk friends. Or so my mom told me.
Ritt-Rott the First was a bit of a daredevil. I remember the time we were driving somewhere, and he decided he could climb out the driver’s side window and return through my window in the back seat. Boy, did he underestimate how windy it is when you’re driving about fifty miles an hour down the road.
Believe it or not, that’s not how I lost him. My dad actually ran out into traffic to save him, although he did have some rather unhappy things to say about it. He used some interesting words that I later used to make up some interesting songs, which would have gotten me in trouble if anyone but my brothers had heard them. No, Ritt-Rott and I and other stuffed friends went on to have all kinds of adventures in the woods. I have to report that not all of my stuffed animal friends returned from those adventures.
Ritt-Rott the Second became my new best friend. He doesn’t look that much like his predecessor, but I admire my mom’s handiwork. My favorite features are the little teeth she made by melting pieces of plastic over the stove. His eyes used to be brighter, and his head stayed up better before gravity made his stuffing slide into his belly. Doesn’t that happen to everyone?