Every time Brian walked into the room, Emma had to keep herself from wagging her tail. "How hard is it to just pretend to be a regular old doll; just do nothing!" Her owner Haley's words echoed in her cotton-stuffed head. She couldn't let him know she was anything but any old rag-toy, let alone a living doll. Still, that didn't make it any harder not to want to pounce on him. 'What can I say, must be a fox's instincts.' she joked to herself internally, waiting for the day he'd play with her again.
Until then.
If you want to read how she ended up as a living doll and who Brian is, go read my stories Plush'ed and New Playthings.
More ilustrations. Can I draw? No. Do I enjoy adding visuals to some of my characters and stories? Yup. That said the next one is gonna be a sketch for my most recent story. I thought this one turned out cute at least.