One day I went to build'a'bear. I loved it there. I saw a Cinderella dress, in the back and searched and searched for a blue bear. I was there with Poppy and my grandmother, Mammy. "What about that one?" Mammy said. She either pointed or picked up a white and blue bear. "Yes!" I almost yelled. I stuffed it, and got its dress. I love it, because it holds a memory of Poppy that will never ware out.