I stared into Mr. Sheep Sheep’s eyes and wondered if he was still alive in there, or if the journey—all the ugliness he’d seen—had killed the light in him. I looked at my dad, who seemed like a nice man, and who wanted me to be happy. I don’t know why I did it—maybe I realized everyone in my memories was already gone—but I ran to my room and sobbed into Mr. Sheep Sheep until he was soaked. OH, AND HE BROUGHT Orich bars. They taste pretty much like Mounds bars.
