What sort of compulsive nutcase would take all their stuffed animals and not only write about it, but brag that he has more than his little sister? Very embarassing.
And that's not even counting the ventriloquism. Willie Talk was my first ventriloquist dummy. I would later get a replica Charlie McCarthy, Danny O'Day, and some unnamed furry thing that I used without shame until the middle of junior high.
At least I pulled through this horrible phase without becoming a furry fetishist.