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Something. The Something is buried in a large pile of pink-and-white teddy bears who are staring at the ceiling, inanimate. StingRay can only see the tail of the thing, and a bit of its backside. Nothing else.
    The Girl pats the tail.
    And the tail waggles.
    StingRay is sure she saw it waggle.
    When she looks at the Girl’s shining face, she thinks maybe the Girl saw it, too.
    The Girl reaches her soft hand into the pile of teddies and StingRay twists her neck to get a better look. Out comes a burly, chocolaty buffalo. His nose is twitching just the tiniest bit in worry, and he looks ill, but StingRay can tell from his face that he is friendly.
    The Girl holds StingRay up to meet him. “Ummmm. Lumphy. Lumphy, this is StingRay. StingRay, this is Lumphy.”

    The buffalo’s shiny, awake eyes meet StingRay’s. “Hey there!” he whispers, once the Girl has set them both on the counter and trotted across the store to ask her mother if she can take the buffalo home. “Am I Lumphy or StingRay?”
    StingRay laughs.
    “Because I’d like to be Lumphy,” the buffalo goes on, “but if you’re already Lumphy I can be StingRay, no problem.”
    “You’re Lumphy,” says StingRay, sweetly. “I’ve been StingRay for a while.” And suddenly she doesn’t care one bit about being the only plush creature, at all.
    She doesn’t need to be the only one.
    Who wants to be the only one?
    . . . . .
    The buffalo gets sick to his stomach in the backpack. “Oh, oh, oh,” he moans, keeping his voice low so the Girl won’t hear. “This is not a good situation. There’s no air. It’s so dark.”
    “We won’t be in here too long,” says StingRay. “When the car goes over the bumpity part you know you’re almost home.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes.”
    “And what’s that old fruit smell?” the buffalo moans.
    “I think it’s pear.” StingRay sniffs. “Or maybe apple? No. Definitely pear.”
    “How do you know so much?”
    StingRay glows. “I’ve been around a long time,” she says. “Plus I arrived on the planet just knowing things. It was kind of like magic, how knowledgeable I was from the start. I don’t think it happens to everyone.”
    Lumphy moans. “My tummy hurts,” he says. “Do you know why my tummy hurts?”
    “It’s probably worry,” says StingRay. “But also it could be motion sickness.”
    Lumphy is sick to his stomach on the way up the stairs. He is sick when the Girl bounces with him on the high bed. And when the Girl is called downstairs for dinner, he is sick just sitting still on the carpet.
    “I don’t think it’s motion sickness,” he says. “Because there’s no motion, anymore.”
    “Are you going to puke?” asks StingRay.
    “Maybe.”
    StingRay feels a surge of generosity. Lumphy needs help. “You can puke on me if you need to,” she blurts.
    “Okay,” says Lumphy. “Thanks.”
    They wait.
    Finally, Lumphy makes an embarrassed noise. “What’s puke again?” he asks.
    “Throw up.”
    “But. Ah. I thought you said I could puke
on you.
”
    “You
can
puke on me,” says StingRay, full of simple joy at her gut instinct that Lumphy is a deeply excellent person. “Because you are my friend now. It’s an honor to have a friend puke on you.”
    “It is?”
    “It’s like a huge compliment.” She made this up herself, but it was so long ago that StingRay believes it now.
    “Hm.” Lumphy rubs his face with one front paw. “Maybe I don’t understand compliments yet.”
    “Well. There are other ways to give them,” says StingRay. “Like, you could tell me I’m an especially pretty color.”
    “Oh,” says Lumphy.
    “Or you could say that I’m your friend, too.”
    “Oh.”
    “Are you still going to puke?” asks StingRay.
    “Maybe. I don’t feel good.”
    “Go ahead!” StingRay cries. “I don’t mind a bit!” Although now she is remembering that if she gets puked on she will have to go down in the basement and be washed and possibly
dried,
which actually