The Frisky -
23 Nov 2013 22:00
When I was 4, my cherished stuffed Mickey Mouse fell out of my stroller on a trip to Aspen, and I was heartbroken when I had to go back home to Michigan without him. Weeks later, my dad miraculously saw Mickey’s ear sticking out of a snowbank in front of the hotel we’d stayed at.
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