Bobby
Ivy, Age 7
Bobby is my favourite toy, I have drawn her a few times but they weren’t very good. I’m always losing her but I always find her. Bobby means everything to me. She’s always there, unless I lose her, and she helps me when I’m sad. I hug her and it makes me feel better. She has had a lot of injuries: her ears, nose and leg have been sewn but she doesn’t mind.