These are probably very similar to the daily problems faced by many other cuddly toys the world over.
We were all very sad last night, because Billy came home from school upset. Another little boy had been being nasty to him, and had left poor Billy feeling he was no good at anything. We tried to put Billy straight, and to tell him that we all loved him, that he was very good at lots of things, and that he shouldn't pay any attention to the nasty words being said by this nasty boy.
Billy will be home from school soon (it's gone 4pm here in the UK), so we are all hoping he'll be happier tonight.
Despite the cold wind, I wrapped myself in a warm blanket this afternoon, and sat under my favourite "thinking" tree at the end of the garden. I wrote down the following poem, while I was thinking about Billy, and wondering how he was getting on at school.