Claude reached down and picked up Sumo. He held him in his large green hand. Now Claude was not so far gone that he did not know that Sumo was made of plastic, but as he held him, he felt something. A pulling in his heart he had not felt for a generation. He looked at the small object in his hand and his face began to twitch in a weird way. His mouth opened exposing his teeth and the corners of his mouth pointed upwards. He smiled; for the first time since the fire, he smiled.
After staring at Sumo for a long time, Claude cleared his throat. Claude didnt speak to himself, so his vocal cords were weak from years of not being used. It look him a while to remember the words and to form them. Finally, in very quite for understadable Squatchanese he said "My friend. Welcome. I think we will be together for a long time"
And with the he clipped Sumo to his fur and headed down the tunnel.
about Sumo
Sumo is Elaine's #1 Marathon Running Fan. Sadly, Elaine lost Sumo somewhere during her work commute from Midtown West to Midtown East. Building security checked for Sumo everywhere, but he was no where to be found. Luckily, Sumo was found by a young British boy vacationing in NY. He took it back to his parents home in Notting Hill, but he himself dropped it while skipping down to the Picadilly line. The Sumo was then found again and put on Ebay...
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