(Story details:

This takes place when Hazel is 12 years old, and when she gets her cat plushie, Whisper, for the first time! This is told from Hazel's POV.)

Me and dad were at the store, shopping for groceries. I usually like to check out the toy isle while dad is in isle five, the isle closest to the toy isle. So, I asked him, and he allowed me to go. While in the toy isle looking at a wide range of toys like books, play-doh, coloring stuff, bikes.. I saw a cat plushie that stood out among the others, the last tabby themed one left. It was a bright orange color, with white underbelly, inner ears, paws, tail stripes and ear tips, had brown stripes all along its body and also its ears, had a black nose, and bright blue eyes. I instantly wanted it!

I reached up and grabbed the plushie by one foot to grab it off of the shelf, and pet the soft artificial fur, feeling just how cuddly soft it is. I love this plush! I decided to sit down on the floor and play with the toy for a minute before I headed back to dad. Sitting down, I held the plushie up as if it was on all four paws, and made it "walk around" and "jump onto my lap", just common playing. After I was ready to go back to dad, I sat back up with both hands around the plushie's belly to hold it upright, and ran out of the toy isle to go back to isle five.

When I saw dad down the isle grabbing some pasta off of a shelf, I called for him. "Dad, dad!" Dad turned around holding the pasta box before he put it in the cart and looked at me again, which by then, I was where he was. I held the plushie up to show it to him. "Look at this cat plushie! Ain't it just adorable?! Can you buy it for me? Pleeeeeaaaaseee??" I exclaimed. Dad sighed. "Hazel, we aren't shopping for toys.." He said, and my smile faded to a frown. He wasn't going to get it for me..? If we would leave it, chances are, this plushie would be gone by the time that he WOULD get it for me. I sighed and looked down at the plushie, starting to cry.

I heard dad gasp. "Ah! n-no, don't cry!" However, I cried anyway. He leaned down to me nervously; he cant stand seeing me cry. "Hey, i'm sorry, please stop crying Hazel! You know I hate seeing you upset!" He exclaimed. "Come on, I- I'll buy it for you, but nothing else! O-okay?" I then looked up at him. "R-really?" I asked, and he nodded. I instantly smiled and jumped around. "YESYESYES!!" Dad put a hand on his face, relieved I stopped crying, but also pretty unhappy that he had to get me it in order to stop me from crying. After we got all the food needed we left the store, and I had a smile on my face the whole way with my new cat plushie, and I named him Whisper!