Dear Stuffed Aslan,
When my aunt gave you to me as a birthday present, I was thrilled. For a toy you were actually the perfect embodiment of what I pictured Aslan to look like. I don’t know, actually, if you were created as Aslan or if you were just a toy lion, but you were chosen because you looked like the character from the books and that’s how I always thought of you.
You were big enough to fill my arms, to rest a head on. You looked fierce though, so not just a cuddly toy. You were the Great Lion.
I don’t remember when I packed you away. That seems an indignity – I’m sorry. Maybe the other dolls and bears and whatnot recognized your royalty and put you in charge? Also I don’t remember when books stopped making me feel the way they once did.
Anyway. Your mane was so soft. I will always love my aunt for understanding how much I loved you.
-e.