Roses are red,

Violets are blue

This chapter is fluffy

Deal with it.

"Checkmate!" Slinky proclaimed, knocking Woody's king over with his knight. "Guess I won again!"

It was a boring December afternoon in the Anderson household. Daycare was officially closed for the holidays, and Bonnie and her mother were out shopping while her father was at work. So, the toys were free to do whatever they pleased. Jessie and Buzz had gone downstairs with Hamm, Dolly and Buttercup to watch a movie. Trixie and Rex were on the computer, and the peas-in-a-pod and Bullseye watched. The rest of the toys remained in Bonnie's room, doing random things to keep themselves occupied, except Chuckles, who did nothing at all.

"I'm getting pretty darn good at this, don' you think, Woody?" Slinky chuckled. He waited for a moment, expecting a sarcastic remark from the cowboy, but got none. He looked up at Woody, and found that he was staring blankly at Bonnie's window. "You okay, Woody?"

"It's snowing." Woody said indifferently, his focus never leaving the window.

"Oh..." Slinky replied. "Hey, don't worry 'bout the chess board. I'll clean it up for ya."

"Thanks, Slink." Woody got up and walked towards the window, giving Slinky a small pat on the head as he went. He climbed up to the windowsill, and rested his face against the cold surface.

Woody hated snow. It was a well-known fact amongst Andy's toys. Most of the toys had a vague idea why, but the oldest ones, like Slinky, completely understood why.

Andy's father, Harry, died on a snowy day. It was about three months before Molly was born, and about a year before Buzz was given to Andy. Woody had been Harry's favorite toy since he was an infant, so obviously it would be very hard to part from somebody that close in an instant, just like when Andy grew up.

But Harry's death wasn't the only thing that made Woody despise snowy days. In fact, it was the happy memories that made him sad- the memories with Bo. As Woody stared out the window at the falling snowflakes, he felt himself returning to the day they met.

"Mom?" Andy called. It was two A.M., and four-year-old Andy couldn't sleep a wink. Not with the constant reminder that his father had died four days prior. "Mom?" He called again.

"Yes, Andy?" Mrs. Davis asked. She looked distraught, and it was obvious that she hadn't been getting much sleep, either.

"Can I... sleep with you tonight?" Andy asked sadly.

"Oh, of course you can, honey!" Mrs. Davis replied, embracing her son tightly. "You don't even have to ask." Andy got up, and they both shuffled out of the room, closing the door behind them. As soon as the two had exited the room, Woody jumped off Andy's bed and went to the only spot he could be alone to his thoughts- the windowsill. He sat there, and stared at the white snow outside that lit the room with and eerie gray light.

"Harry..." Woody muttered. "Why'd you have to die?" It was a stupid question. Death was inevitable. Everyone knew that, even the toys. It was just so sudden, to be hit by a truck like that. "You're gonna have a baby girl, you know." Woody stopped talking, too deep in his own thoughts to talk. He remembered all of the games he had with Harry, and how Harry kept the tradition of passing Woody down alive. Woody stared at the sky again. "I wish it would stop snowing."

"There's no helping the weather." A voice said from behind him. Woody jumped, startled by the sudden noise.

"Who are you?" Woody asked. He turned and looked at the voice's owner. It was a doll- a porcelain one. She had fair skin, blonde curls, and a giant, storybook-looking dress. It was the first time Woody had ever seen a girl toy before. Normally he would blush and stutter in the presence of someone this beautiful, but he was too upset to even care.

"I'm Bo Peep." She said. "I'm for the baby. You said 'hi' to me when I came here a week ago, you know."

"Did I?" Woody asked carelessly. "Sorry."

"Woody. It is Woody, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good. What's bothering you, Woody?"

"Whaddya think?" Woody asked with an annoyed tone of voice.

"Well, I don't know, I'm new here."

"Well, it should be obvious!" Woody shouted, losing his temper. "Harry, my owner, Andy's dad, just died! That means he's never coming back, never going to play with Andy again, never going to kiss his wife again, never going to meet his own daughter! Even you should understand that I might be a little upset by that!" Woody sighed as soon as he was done with his rant. And suddenly, he realized what he had done. He had just yelled at a new toy, and for no logical reason. Guilt immediately flooded through him. "I'm sorry about that."

Bo Peep stared back at him expressionlessly, her baby blue eyes never once losing their focus. Finally, she sighed. And without any warning, she hugged him.

"Look, I know what you're going through it tough." She finally said. "But nothing can change the fact that Harry is dead. What happens, happens, and I'm afraid there's no stopping it. That's why we need to just let go of the past, and look towards the future. I'd love to help you feel better, but from what I've seen, there's someone who needs even more help- Andy. He needs you, Woody. He needs you to be there, and help him move on. So what are you going to do? Are you going to help him out, or are you going to sit here and mope?" She finally let him go, and gave him a stern but caring look.

Woody just gaped at her. He had never thought about it like that before. And she was completely right. Being a toy wasn't about being played with, or anything like that. It was about being there for your kid, wasn't it?

"You... you're right." Woody finally said, breaking the silence. "I need to go." He headed towards the end of the windowsill to find Andy, but before he left, he gave Bo Peep a small smile. "Thank you, Bo."

"Anytime, sheriff." Bo smiled.

It... wasn't the best first impression, huh? Woody thought. But then again, when has he ever had a good one? He absolutely hated Buzz when he first met him- and now they were inseparable. It's weird the way things work out. Woody thought more and more about the happy memories in Andy's room. There was the first Christmas after Buzz moved in, where he and Bo had a... rather clumsy first kiss under the mistletoe, and then there was the time when Bo and Woody watched an old tape of Woody's Roundup that they had found, and she couldn't stop laughing. Then there was the multiple times when they had watched the fireworks together on the fourth of July... It was memories like this that replayed in Woody's mind. It really is the little things in life that are so dear. Those tiny insignificant things that we remember, like all of the times that we just sat and talked. Woody sighed as the last time he ever saw Bo filled his mind- the horrible day that Bo was sold.

It was December, four years ago, and it was snowy outside, seeing how it was only a few days until Christmas. Andy was thirteen years old, and he would occasionally play with his toys, but he didn't want his friends to ever find out, so they usually stayed in the toy box. His sister, Molly, was seven years old, and her room was filled to the brim with everything and anything having to do with Barbies. She had all of the houses, cars and clothes you can imagine, and she had about ten individual barbies, plus one blonde Ken

Mrs. Davis walked into her son's room, and loudly threw a box on the ground so he would get off of his computer.

"Mom!" Andy exclaimed, both flustered and annoyed. "What is it?" He stared at his mother for a moment. "And what is with that god awful sweater?" Mrs. Davis was wearing a baggy red sweater with reindeer and snowman all over it.

"Hey! Don't talk about it like that!" Mrs. Davis snapped. "Your grandma put a lot of work into this!"

"What did you need, mom?" Andy asked while rolling his eyes.

"This." She kicked the cardboard box towards him. On the side of the box, it said 'Good Will'. "We're going to donate some stuff for people in need. After all, it's the holidays, and you're sure to get a lot of new things. So find some old stuff to donate, okay?" She headed to Molly's room with another box in hand.

"Jeez..." Andy sighed. "What am I gonna get rid of?" He scavenged through some of his drawers and threw some old clothes and children's books into the box. Next, he opened the toy box, and he dug past his toys, all of whom were mortified of being sold. Finally he pulled out a few unused coloring books and an unopened set of markers and threw them in, and closed the box. "All done, mom!"

"Will you bring it to the car for me?" Andy's mom called. "And make sure your sister gets down here, too!"

"Alright, alright." Andy moaned. He walked into the hallway, where Molly was struggling to hold her box. The toys in Andy's room opened peered out through the toy chest, worried and curious as to what Molly was getting rid of.

"Andy, can you help me with this?" Molly asked, as she almost dropped her box.

"Yeah, sure."Andy picked it up, and glanced inside. Suddenly, his expression turned into shock. "You're giving away Bo Peep?" He asked, pulling out the porcelain lamp. The toys in Andy's room let out a silent gasp, and Woody was frozen solid in disbelief.

"I'm too old for fairy tales." Molly reasoned. "Besides, I've got my new Barbie princess lamp. By the way, where are your shoes?" Andy looked down at his sock-covered feet and sighed.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." Andy ran into his room, and searched for his shoes amongst the mess on his floor. He stacked his textbooks on top of the toy box to get them away, forcing the toys to close the box. "Found them." Andy finally said. He walked out into the hallway and down the stairs with her.

Inside the toy box, Woody immediately sprung into action. He pushed as hard as he could against the lid of the box, but it wouldn't budge under his tiny, rag-doll arms.

"Guys! You gotta help me!" Woody begged desperately.

"Well Woody, I dunno..." Slinky began.

"There's no point!" Mr. Potato-head whined. "We're all gonna get sold, so just give it up!"

"You have saved our lives, we are eternally grateful!" The three green aliens said in unison, clinging onto him.

"Will you guys please help?" Woody cried in frustration.

"Woody..." Jessie began sadly. "I hate to say this, but... I think it's too late. Mr. Potato-head's right. We're all gonna be sold sooner or later."

"Jessie, what are you saying?" Woody asked in shock. "What would you do if Buzz was sold? And Potato-head. What would you do if Mrs. Potato-head was sold?" Suddenly he calmed down. "Please, guys. This could be the last time I ever see her. Please..." He closed his eyes, knowing it was hopeless. Then he heard a thud behind him. He turned, and saw Bullseye using his head in an attempt to open the lid. He heard more sounds as Buzz and Jessie joined Bullseye. "Thanks guys."

"We're family, right?" Buzz replied.

"You better get Bo back, or I might have to slug you." Jessie said with a wink.

"Of course." Woody smiled.

"Aw, what the heck." Slinky said. He jumped up too, and helped push the lid. Soon all of the toys in the box, even Mr. Potato-head, had joined Woody. It took awhile, even with all of their combined strength, but they finally managed to open the lid, and Andy's textbooks fell to the floor with a clatter.

"Go get her, Woody!" Jessie cheered. The other toys shouted along with her, as Woody made his way to the window. He gripped the bottom of the window and was ready to pull it up, when he saw something outside in the pouring snow. It was Mrs. Davis's van. The boxes that were to be donated sat in the back, and though it was hard to make out, Woody thought he saw a small porcelain figure poking out, looking back at him.

He fell to his knees as the van drove farther and farther away. It was too late now. He couldn't believe it. She was gone for good, and who knew who could pick her up. Woody almost wished that she could have been in a yard sale, because then at least he would know who would buy her. But a thrift store? That was too uncertain.

"I... didn't even get to say goodbye." Woody muttered.

Things... went downhill from there. Woody thought. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember what happened in the weeks after Bo was sold. It was all blank, all he remembered was overlying knowledge that Bo was gone, and she wasn't coming back. Eventually, he had to get back up on his feet and be there for his friends. Because if he wasn't there, who would be there to comfort them and solve their problems?

Woody sighed and stared at the snow again, though it was unclear through the foggy window. Thoughtlessly, he raised his hand and began to write on the window.

I miss you.

He read it once. He read it again. And then he erased it. Stupid, stupid, what are you doing? He yelled at himself silently. You're acting like a moron. Trying to distract himself from the memories, he looked back into Bonnie's room, and saw that Jessie and Buzz had returned to the room. The movie must be over. How long have I been up here? He looked at the clock, and it read 3:21. He'd been up there for about an hour.

Just then, he felt the rumble of the garage door opening below him. Bonnie... or her father must be home. He guessed. Then Bo's words replayed in his head.

"So what are you going to do? Are you going to help him out, or are you going to sit here and mope?" It was true. No matter how painful it was, his main priority was to be there for his kid, which was Bonnie now.

"Thanks, Bo." Woody said, his face slowly forming a smile. He got up off the windowsill, and was ready for whatever adventure Bonnie would put him on today.