Behind closed eyes he felt the velvet long gone from the object he held, once soft and yielding, yet strong. He heard the sounds of joy echo from the past, a past where the now brittle form functioned, how it bounded and jumped. With its twin it became mobile fun, a vehicle of any sane adult's pride.

"Jack, it's not an animal, is it?"

"No, Daniel. A child."

Sadly he slid the femur back into the bag of bones.