It sits on a shelf, with lots of other friends. She sits at the front with all the other rares. I pick her up, I dress her up, but she doesn’t mind and that’s fine. Her name is Daisy, she is a bit crazy, I treasure her everyday. Her Best Friend Cristie, more like her adopted Mother. She comes to school with me sometimes because she is my friend. I play with her everyday, her sister’s name is May. I wonder what will happen next?