The Mew PlushTim was sitting on his bed that night, a red colored box in his hands. His parents could hardly believe that a 8 years old kid like him could spend a whole day staring at his birthday present without even trying to open it...but Tim got a reason to do so.More Like This
You see...Tim loved plushes to death. His parents always told him that he needed to get over that Childish stuff sooner or later...but he couldn't help. If it wasn't for his parents, he would buy every single plush in existence, and it still wouldn't be enough. Plushes were his life...there were plushes all over his room, and even in the living room, since there wasn't enough space for them in his bedroom.
And as you probably guessed it...inside that box, there was a new plush. Despite the fact that his parents wanted to help him to get over the whole Plush love thing, they couldn't help but keep buying him new plushes for his massive collections.
Tim spent the whole day fighting the urge to open up that box an