Velour was livid.
“What do you mean you don’t like ‘my kind’
anymore? Has someone brainwashed you? You’re joining the plush-o-phobes?
Your own name has velvet in it! How do you think you can leave the
Velveteen shrugged and rolled his eyes.
sorry you feel that way Mom” he said. “But you and dad should know
Suede and I are getting married and I’m taking her culture, and there’s
nothing you can do about it.”
Lace was torn. Velour was her BFF, but Velveteen was a friend as well, even though he sometimes rubbed her the wrong way…