When Dora was around 16 her rapidly growing family finally decided to move to a new home. She spent her entire life in the old house and was very fond of it. As you would expect, they spent a lot of time fondly remembering things they used to do in the house as they were packing everything up.
At some point she decided to go into the downstairs closet with a flashlight and read, something she used to do when she was younger to get some peace and quiet.
Now, this was one of those deep closets that goes under the stairs. It went back around 8 feet and then had a left turn into a very low, maybe 3 foot high space. This space was largely occupied by a mountain of old blankets and stuffed animals. Of course, this is the most fluffy spot to sit and read.
About an hour of reading, she shifted a little to get comfortable and she heard a low, slow, warped, hoarse voice say:
"You always make me happy".
She jolted up, hit her head on the low ceiling, and practically broke the door down trying to get out.
After hyperventilating and explaining to her family why there was no color left on her face, she went back to see what it was. It was her stuffed little bear from when she was 3 or 4 years old. She happened to lean on it just right, pressing his belly.
When she pressed his stomach again,nothing! No sound!. This poor bear she hadn't played with since she was a toddler used the last of its power, used its dying breath to tell her that she made it happy.
"You make me happy too, little bear". She said,
When you're not making me piss on myself.
