The Mans mind was a mass of contradictions and compromises. Little of what he thought had anything to do with the work he was doing and this seemed common not just for this Man, but all the people jingle came in contact with. Even those who thought they cared, cared less than they thought they did.
This amused Jingle, and sometimes he thought the Man could see the amusement on his furry little face. The Man would smile slightly or raise an eyebrow as if to say, “Yeah mate, I see”. Once the man left a biscuit for Jingle, Jingle couldn’t eat it of course (though he would have dearly liked to) so it was there the next morning; but Jingle appreciated the thought.
People could be surprisingly tender despite themselves.
Jingle also saw the darkness in them, it was unavoidable. Petty jealousies and other random ugly thoughts passed fleetingly through most minds but toys tried their best not to focus on such things. Jingle would rather concentrate on the nicer things with his friends.
The Man made up stories, he thought of himself as a “Writer” and he always spent a good amount of time in the day thinking about these far off lands that only existed in his mind.
This was something that Jingle appreciated, toys lived for the mind, it was all they genuinely had, and coincidentally this is where Jingle’s story really began.
A thing that toys understood very well, and people didn’t, was that stories were catching. They would stick in minds and evolve and change all they touched and they didn’t need to be good stories to do this, just heartfelt ones.
So when later on that Friday the Man decided to write a story about the stuffed toy who sat on his desk; Jingle saw the potential and leaped…
Right into the Mans mind…
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