My toys rearrange themselves. Either that, or it's like toystory, and they come to life and have their own personality.
This one happened a while ago: I have six beautiful dragon statues that I have arranged in a nice line by color. One morning, I woke up, and the dragons had changed positions, and two of them were facing each other. I fixed them, thinking Meghan had moved them, and that was that. Well, the next morning, the two dragons had moved again, and the one that had been between them was knocked over. I decided to leave the two next to each other. It was obvious they had a thing for each other.
Now, in my apartment, my toys have been doing it again. The first one is explainable, though a little funny, and the second one is kind of sad. I have a giant toothless plushy, from How to train your dragon, and a purple elephant on my bed. This morning, when I woke up, toothless-keep in mind that this plushy has an open mouth-had moved and was nomming my elephant pillow. It looked pretty realistic; I guess he got hungry.
And, just barely, while I was at church, Derpy and the Doctor had an argument. How do I know this?
Because I always keep them nose to nose, looking dreamily into each others' eyes. When I got home, they had moved so that they were angled away from the other person. And this might be my imagination, but they both looked kind of... sad. I know that their faces are painted on, but their eyes looked sad. I know that my roommate didn't move them, because she was at church with me, and we don't touch one another's stuff.
I am going to move them back so they can make up, and hopefully that's the end of it.
Love and sparkles,
Kayla
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