It all began when a family brought me home. I was so little and scared in this new place I'd been taken to. The little boy didn't feel good. He was always sneezing and coughing all the time. The mom looked worried and wouldn't let the little boy touch me. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know what exactly. All these people, these humans! I love them and all I want is to be with them. I just want to play and have them throw that round roll-y thing so I can bring it back to them. Somehow I knew something was going to change. But what?
