Living on the shelf in Lindsay's closet was

Living on the shelf in Lindsay's closet was tough on poor little teddy bear, Button. He was so alone. Lindsay was now 16 and she didn't need teddy bears anymore. Button missed it.

He thought back to when Lindsay was five. Button had been a Christmas present, and he instantly became her favorite friend.

But, he was a hamster. And hamsters always die in the weirdest ways possible. Button was no exception.

"Maybe we should check the well"

the mother said to Lassie. But Timmy was not there.

Where could he have gone? This would be terrible for her reputation, she had already lost Tommy in the park just a few days ago!

She glanced around to be sure no paparazzi were around, then proceed to look for her child. She found him collecting gum from the handrails of the subway. He was already chewing

a piece, and had a couple stuck in his hair. The mom did not care that the child had moldy gum in his mouth but that he had ruined his hair, which makes her look bad in comparison.

She wrote historical romances under a French-sounding pen name and liked to make her problems sound worse than they were. Often, she would stay awake thinking of deserts.