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After depositing Nimbus into the laundry room without incident, Maggie went back to Henry and safely returned him on the floor. Together they went back to the bedroom with Maggie’s pack filled with supplies. Henry had gone above and beyond Maggie’s request and had thought to pack not only ample food, by also several buttons, a flashlight including extra batteries, a clean pair of socks, and five yoyos (in case any got tangled as they are prone to doing). The scene of the bedroom was a sight to be seen. Mr. Feebles and Major Fuzzybottom stood on the tall white dresser calling out orders to the spanning troops below. Covering the flo

With the sigh, Henry and Mr. Feebles (newly removed from the fan) set off around the room in search of all who lived in Maggie’s room. Within a few minutes Mr. Feebles and Henry had gathered most everyone into rows facing the bed where most of Maggie’s belongings had now been piled creating a large mound. Mr. Feebles, after a quick conference with Maggie, climbed up on the heap and cleared his throat to catch the attention of the dolls, action figures, and stuff animals below. “Attention.” Mr. Feebles started but to his dismay he was completely drowned out by the chatter below him. He tried a second time and only succeede

Maggie was a short, thin girl about eight years old who, with great zeal, wore a large, pink rain hat which as Maggie’s mother and her own fashion-intelligent teddy would say, clashed nicely with her long red hair. Despite her mother’s protest, Maggie wore her hat not only when it rained but also when the sun shined brightly. She even wore it when she swam, which I’d have to agree with Mr. Feebles (Maggie’s teddy) is counter-productive as far as rain hats go. The only instance when the hat ventured far from Maggie’s head is when her mother pried it away to wash what was under it. Why, might you ask, does Maggie wear