answer:I was looking at cute cuddly toys the other day in a kids toy shop. I do think this is part of my midlife crises, but moving on I saw the sweetest little toy, she had plaits and a little skirt and big feet. I wanted to buy her but I am not that flush at the moment so left it. On the way out of the shop lying on the ground in the parking area, was the same toy, also like your whale worse for wear. Her face was scruffy and he skirt messed up. I was so tempted to pick her up and take her home, but she was made from material so decided it may not be very hygienic and left her there. I have a feeling she was left for me actually Playing with toys after 317 yeas is part of the joy of growing older perhaps?