He looks just like this one.

I used to talk to him when I was about 6, about the cookie he was holding, with one little bite out of it. My mother gave him to me when I had my first child, and he's sat next to the fridge in every house I've ever had since then. About 12 years ago, my mother called and asked to have him back, because she found out someone would pay FIFTEEN HUNDRED dollars for it. I wouldn't let her have my one and only heirloom!

Karen