“I carried the rubber pizza over to my collection of squeaky toys: a dolphin stained with algae, a hedgehog missing half its back, a yellow duckling wearing a pirate hat. There were more than twenty of them. I’d spent my whole life collecting them, but I couldn’t say what made me do it. They embarrassed me, these toys, speaking as they did of a pet’s life. But I couldn’t help wanting them.”

–from “Saving Scrumpy”