Little Daniel Jordan’s birthday was on March 15th. “Our proud Pi Day boy,” his mathematician parents always called him. Danny was turning nine now, and there was one thing he always (or so he thinks) wanted. It was a Sukoyuji, one of those little furry imported toys (this one from Japan) that is supposed to be cared for diligently until it dies and the kid gets a new one.
So on this special March 14th, Danny opened his presents provided by his doting parents, and he was opening his last present.
“Open it up and see what it is!” His father had a habit of telling people to do things they were already doing.
So Danny tore of the present like most young kids of his age always do, and brought out his most treasured Sukoyuji.
The Sukoyuji was a big ball of fluff, about the size of a soccer ball. It had the floppy ears that encouraged many a child to swing the thing around to his heart’s content. It had the bulbous, shiny eyelids the toys of the sort do, and a fluffy tail and little penguin feet, too. It also had a very deep red color, which Danny found odd, because he’d never seen a red one before.
Strange or not, the sight of the toy made Danny giggle with delight in a way he thought only puny five-year-olds did, but he couldn’t help himself. He gave his parents the most sincere thank yous he could give. He was so elated, he didn’t even want to wait for cake. But, alas, his parents made him eat his mother’s homemade cake anyway, which still tasted great.
And while they were eating, the Sukoyuji in the Jordans’ living room opened its eyes, and looked toward the kitchen.
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