Chompers

Chompers was once just your childhood orange dinosaur, stitched and softened by years of hugging. It’s button eyes had watched you grow, it’s seams carried the weight of your secrets whispered at night. Then it was set aside, tucked into storage boxes, hibernating through the years as you reached adulthood. Now, years later, you place Chompers in your child’s hands. It’s fabric is faded, one seam across its back mended with uneven thread, but the moment your child presses close, something stirs. The air shifts. The old stories return. In the hush between your words, the little plush begins to breathe in imagination’s light. Chompers is no longer just cloth and stuffing. He is stomping, growling, playful, brave. It listens to your child, answers with wonder, and bounds headfirst into every adventure. Passed from you to the next generation, it lives again, not just a toy, but a guardian of make-believe, ready to roar to life in the world you build together.