Augh! I’ve been going mad over this nostalgia trip. I’ve scoured the web looking for people selling Twilight Tails (the blue bird below) and Pixietails. I found SilkyMane, the horse, on ebay and sighed over her for a good bit, but the bidding’s already at $25, and sure to go up. I also found some rather rare Pixietails, on ebay again, here and here, but he wants much more than I can really justify spending. I e-mailed him and offered him $15 for all five, but I doubt that’ll fly. I dreamed about those things last night, and I can remember precisely what the plastic of the bird feels and sounds like when you run the flats of your fingers along it’s wings. I also e-mailed another girl about hers for sale as well as a perch, but nothing back yet. I feel like a retard though, for doing all of this. I feel like I’m trying to buy back my childhood. The things I could live fine without until I remembered how special they were to me. How could I have forgotten?