At birth, Wendy Do-It, a.k.a. UnderWoman, was given a doll that she would love to death. (Quite literally, in most folks’ eyes.)
But Wendy Do-It showed them all: She would love Fuzzy FOR LIFE.
She loved that doll even when her clothes came off, her cloth skin turned gray, her bean stuffing started spilling away.
Fuzzy was growing balder, stinkier, and quite possibly more contaminated with each passing day.
Then, in one awful, memorable, pivotal move, Wendy’s parents threw Fuzzy down the garbage chute, where eventually, inevitably, she would go up in smoke….
For the first time that anyone can remember, Wendy Do-It fell silent...sulked, pouted, could not be lured back to gladness even through promise of pudding and ponies.
Finally, sucking in sadness, after repeated beseechings to “say something, anything,” she asked: “When I get old, will you throw me away?”
Whereupon Wendy’s Dad, Archer, immediately went down to the trash room, fished for hours, returned, triumphant. Wendy’s Mom, Merrie, cleaned and sewed Fuzzy with more tenderness and devotion than ever….As she would continue to, even when Fuzzy emerged from a long stint in storage and moved to Manhattan, where she gets a reprise....
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