Frolicking about, being there for me.
Friends.
So different but much the same.
Kind.
Banded together forever and ever.
Strong.
Though nothing alike their thoughts connected.
My object.

Concealing millions of memories.
Within a dusty cardboard house.
Unbreakable.
A group of different animals.
My object.

Though it is years old its importance remains.
My happiness, hope, my life.
My object.