My Mom and the Purple Mouse.

When my sister was little she got a large purple mouse, which she loved, but my mom detested. So one day, she put it in the "give away" pile. As the goodwill came to collect it, my sister saw it, grabbed it and ran inside. Imagine my mother's surprise when she came home from work to that hideous purple mouse on the table. Well, a couple years later, there was a call at my sister's elementary school for stuffed animals for the raffle, so she snuck it in, and my sister just thought it went missing. You'd think the story was over there, but no. It was my sister's turn to be surprised when she went to her friends house to see her beloved stuffed animal on her friend's bed. She threw a fit and the friend gave it back. So my mom's plan was foiled again. So then, about four years ago, me 10 and my sister 15, we were sorting through old stuffed animals and there it was. The old ratty mouse. When we stuck it in the "keep" pile, she sighed and shook her head. It was old this year we got rid of the annoying thing. How? My sister is in college and had absolutely no say.