“That'll do pig, that'll do.”
The Big Bad Wolf* #quote
Today I sank their battleship, but nobody was hurt since they were in the kiddie pool. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Old Puppet
Old puppet Jerry couldn't be called a collectible despite his age. A custom puppet made by some puppeteer one hundred years ago his suit became worn quite long ago with his wooden nose chipped and his finish barely remained. Without a brand his age only came across with appearance and guesswork if appraised, but his only appeal being “broken, worn, antique puppet made by some guy a long time ago” doesn't have the weight of a famous craftsman or manufacturer.
First the owners put him closer to the front of the store for sale, but as time went on Jerry kept being moved further and further back in the displays. As generations kept inheriting the store from the others the puppet became shoved deeper into the back of the stock.
When one owner got a large supply of particularly valuable toys for cheap he told his assistant to throw away the oldest toys. The assistant grabbed Jerry, among others, placed them in a bag and tossed them in the dumpster to make way for the more valuable collectibles.
After tossing and turning among garbage Jerry found himself in the possession of cold hands. A homeless man took Jerry's wood body and threw it into a fire he set up to keep himself warm. The old puppet's face burned away with all the other materials the man gathered. The homeless man managed to dream that night thanks to heat of the fire fending off the cold.