Hmm I thought my reason of existence was so people had some fantasy for 5 minutes in the middle of their busy life, I thought I could help them have an alter ego maybe they could see as a pink rabbit. Like my pink rabbit is quick to run to people who are in need of cuddles and some softness in their lifes, it will try to make them laugh and forget their pains. But I may not be Theodore or a memory to a beautiful daughter, or pinky shoes anymore it stops here. A bit sad i wrinkle my nose and realise I was just an idea in some writers heads, I will never be real.