Tuxie Spud

There were no holes sustained from the event tee shirt.

There was no warping from irregular stitching.

I tugged lightly at the points where ears would be, the knob responded with a balance of resistance and pliancy.

It was a joy to hold.

It was perfect.

I pulled the ears harder just to see how far it’ll go.

He scowled, ‘What have you done, I was the perfect stud!’

I rested him gently on my hand and replied,

‘You are perfect, Spud.’