Andy

This is Andy.  He is truly my oldest friend.  I think he is as old as me because I cannot remember a time without him.

He used to have a music box inside him.  My mother removed it and he became the protector of our money.  You see, my father was so very lost.  He couldn't hold a job and would live from drink to drink.  He would drain my poor mother of every cent of our money he could get his hands on.

My mother hid money from her paycheck in Andy.  That and what little bit of good jewelry she had. Whatever wasn't nailed down was fair game for my father to pawn or trade.  He never figured out Andy was our protector.

Long live Andy.