Melvin had to confess to being mischievous. He liked climbing under the sofa, to search for cat toys. He hid in the closets at nap time, so that Mother had to search for him. Sometimes he would throw himself into mud puddles, or the dog’s bed, so that he’d need to be cleaned. Oh and Mother was a neat-freak. She always cleaned him. But Melvin adored taking rides in the washer and dryer. It smelled like lilies and dryer sheets. It was a water ride followed by a sauna. What more could a stuffed bear ask for out of life?