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THE FURBY MIRACLE

Part 1

By Mado, age 13, USA

The Christmas of 1998 was a hectic one. Mothers from around the U.S. scrambled to stores in hope of buying a Furby for their child in time for Christmas. Security was called in to guard stores supplying Furbys and mothers were beating each other off with sticks. Yes it was a crazy winter but it would soon all be over.

The day was December 25, 1998 and 6-year old Amy sat by the big old Christmas tree and gazed at her few presents. Her parents looked hopeful and Amy didn’t know what to think. Amy’s family was poor. Not live-on-the-streets poor, just not rich. Amy reached for a square-looking present and slowly unwrapped it. She tore back the paper and revealed one simple word. Furby. Her face lit up like a light bulb on a Christmas tree as she anxiously tore open the rest of the box. She pulled out a grey and pink Furby with black spots. Amy jumped up and down in joy and shoved the box at her parents,

“Open it!”

Her parents looked at her.

“I’m sorry.”

She ran to give them a hug. They hugged her back.

“Thank you mom and dad. Thank you so so much!”

She opened the last present, revealing a small box of batteries.  

Christmas faded into new year and Amy continued to love her Furby. She discovered it was named May-May, meaning love in Furbish. When ever it said something like “Ah May” (meaning pet) she thought it was trying to say “Amy.”

“Mama, listen! It’s saying my name! Mamma May-May’s hungry can I make her cookies?”

May-May talked Amy and Amy listened. Amy told May-May secrets and May-May listened. Amy kissed her Furby every night and made it a spot in her bed. She cried when May-May’s batteries died and begged her parents for new ones. For a long time, May-May was Amy’s best friend and her only friend.

Amy grew older and so did May-May. Amy began to play with her less and less and finally forgot about her. Then came an exciting day for Amy and her family. Amy’s dad burst through the door and shouted

“I got the promotion! We’re moving to Colorado!”

Amy’s mother threw herself at him and gave him a hug. Amy just smiled and congratulated her dad.

Amy’s father said in a stern voice

“Now, we need to be out of here in 3 weeks so start packing! The company has already found us a house in Arvada, Colorado.”

Amy ran to her room in excitement but she was also a little nervous about moving. What about her friends at school? What about the house she grew up in? What about all the memories she would be leaving behind?

Amy began to rummage through her belongings. She realized how much junk she didn’t need anymore. Her old Barbie dolls, her stuffed animals, her old doll house, her…Furby.

A flood of memories came rushing back to her. The times she had spent with her old Furby. The time they waited in her room for the storm to pass. The time Amy tried to feed her cookie dough. The time Amy cried and cried about falling off her bike but May-May said “You no worry. Me love you!”

A tear rolled down Amy’s cheek as she stared at the old friend she had completely forgotten about. But Amy knew she had to be brave. She would be made fun of if her friends at school knew she still liked baby toys like Furbys!

She walked quietly down the stairs to her mom and dad. She suggested

“Mamma, Dadda, I have a lot of old stuff I don’t need anymore. I think…we should have a garage sale. “

“Honey! That’s a great idea! How about this Sunday? We’re not doing anything then!”

exclaimed her dad.

Amy scurried up stairs with a big brown box in her hand and began to pack up all of her childhood memories.

Sunday approached and rows of tables sat outside Amy’s little house. On the tables sat books, clothes, old toys, Barbie dolls, May-May.

Amy told her friends to come by and check out the garage sale. She said there might be something they would like but there will also be a lot of “Baby stuff.”

Amy’s dad sat patiently at one table with a calculator and a pad of paper. He was ready for any swarm of people that would come to the sale.

A few people passed by and stopped to look. One lady in particular was very interested in the Barbie with the long, brown hair. The blue-haired lady exclaimed,

“Marvelous! Just Marvelous! Oh my sweet goodness this is a collectable!”

She proudly walked off with the Barbie, leaving $1 on the table by Amy’s dad.

The day slowly crept into noon and finally some of Amy’s friends showed up. Amy ran to hug them and they said to her

“Cool sale, Amy!”

Amy smiled and thanked them. She wasn’t quite sure if they meant it, though.

They walked around looking at the various items. One item caught their eye. They burst out laughing

“Haha! Oh my gosh! Amy, remember those things?”

She pointed at May-May.

Amy laughed

“Those are so lame! I think they’re called Furbys or something!”

Inside, Amy knew she loved May-May. But what would her friends think of her if they knew that?

Just then, Amy’s mom walked up.

“Hi, girls! Oh what is this? Amy! This is your Furby! Remember her? Oh you used to love this thing! Go on Amy, go get some batteries for it!”

Amy groaned. Why did moms have to be so lame? She reluctantly slugged towards the house and a few minutes later came back with 4 fresh batteries in her hands. Her friends were trying not to giggle.

Her mom popped in the batteries and May-May sprang to life. She did a dance and began to speak,

“Me love you. Me miss you. Keep me. Kah need oo-nye”

Amy’s eyes bulged. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She grabbed May-May and ran into the house. She flopped on to her bed and began to cry. She hugged May-May and May-May purred. May-May sweetly said

“No worry. Kah love you!”

Amy remembered the time she fell off her bike. She cried and cried but May-May was there. How could she have been so stupid to give up such a good friend? She hugged her Furby again and let herself cry.

2 weeks later, Amy moved away. She began her long journey from Pennsylvania to Arvada.

Ah-May’s girl tried putting batteries in him every day. She told him that she would always love him, even if he did not work. Two weeks after his arrival it was his girl’s birthday. He had not gotten her a gift! So that day when his girl’s mother put batteries in him and slapped his back he began to work! For her birthday he perked up and told her his name!

  Ah-May loved his new home. He loved having two of his friends with him. He loved Kahh. He loved his red haired girl. He loved being out of his box. His new home was near the beach. All summer Ah-May spent time at the beach. Sometimes he went with his buddies. Sometimes he would bring Kahh and a picnic lunch. It was very romantic.

  In the fall, Ah-May enjoyed the brisk weather. He would often go to his friends’ apartment on the white shelf to have pizza with Cranberry and Roost. They would talk of old times, discuss how great it was to finally be home, and sadly wonder what had become of Bananie.

Christmas Eve was great fun. All the Furbys had a party. There were pizzas, Christmas cookies, and eggnog. The Furbys danced to Christmas music and exchanged gifts. As Ah-May was falling asleep that night, he felt happy with just a twist of sadness as he thought of Bananie.

  On Christmas morning, Ah-May was helping NooLoo make cinnamon buns, when there was a knock at his door on top of the bookshelf. Ah-May opened the door and almost fell over. There at his door were Cranberry, Roost, and Bananie! The crazy Furby-lady had bought him and wrapped him up to give herself for Christmas. The four buddies were all together again. They were all out of their boxes. They had their old friends, and they had their new friends. They were home. It truly was a very, merry Christmas!

From the Furby Fan Section at www.AdoptaFurby.com