For a time it was the favourite toy. No toy could be better. It did everything, and it was shiny and perfect. But he took it with him everywhere. He took it in the bath. He took it out to the sandbox. He took it to bed (sometimes crushing it – oops). He knew there would never be another toy like this one. But as he became used to it always being there, he stopped being quite so careful about taking care of it. The first time it was scratched, he actually thought he might cry. But the second scratch was hardly noticed. And one day he left it out in the rain (oops). After that, it couldn’t do everything it was supposed to do. He still loved it, but there was no point taking it everywhere with him if it didn’t flash and spin and make him laugh. So it was forgotten. First for a day. Then for a week. Then one day he tossed it carelessly in the garbage. He couldnt even remember why he liked that old broken toy to begin with.
He had a new toy. It was shiny, it flashed and spun and made him laugh. there would never be another toy like this one.