Author's Note: Hey! I felt compelled to write this because we were never given any glimpse into Woody's history, or that of any other toy. I hope you enjoy it. AND! I'm open to title suggestions! If I pick yours, I'll write you a drabble :D

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At first, I wasn't even sure I could actually speak. I was completely oblivious, and unaware of my own ability. Not a good combination.

"Hello," her voice was light and sweet. Exactly what you'd expect from a little doll made of porcelain. Her face was friendly, though hidden by a creased bonnet.

"My name is Bo Peep." She continued. I waited a moment for her to extend a hand, or wave maybe.

Oh… she was a lady. Still unsure of talking, I reached for her hand and kissed the back of it gently. I even considered bowing or something. Anything to prolong my sad attempts at speech.

"What's your name, Sheriff?"

If it weren't for that printed card I'd spent the last forty years of my life with, I wouldn't even know the answer.

"Umm… W-W…"

She approached me and searched for my pull-string. Upon finding it, she did the obvious.

"Reeeaacchhh for the skkyyy." My eyes widened.

"I knew there was a voice-box in there somewhere." She announced triumphantly, "There's no need to be shy, Sheriff. I have a feeling we'll be spending a lot of time together."

"Woody." I said quietly, "I'm Woody."

Let me tell you; that was the first other toy I'd ever met. And the 'forty years with a card' thing?

My first owner was a collector of some sort. Probably thirty or forty years old when he purchased me. I came home in a cardboard box, with my name printed on a card on the front. As soon as I arrived home, I was carefully cut out of the box and placed in a glass one. More like a picture frame than a box, really. My card was attached to the fabric at the back of the frame. Eventually, I was hung on a wall in the man's kitchen, near a shelf of wine.

Not knowing anything different, I was content with my silent life. I watched every dinner party, every family gathering, and every western movie you can name from that shelf. I'd only been held by a person while transferred from my box to the frame. My pull-string still had a tab on it, preventing it from being used or damaged. My hat had never left my head, and was practically stuck there by the thirtieth year.

Year forty-one brought change. (How did I count the years? Well, I was framed next to a calendar. Also, the guy always had huge parties on New Years' Eve.)

My owner died in my 41st year. I didn't even know his name! All I knew was that he fell on the kitchen floor, and was taken away. A week or so later, I was carefully removed from the wall and placed on the kitchen counter, still in my frame. A bright sticker was stuck in the bottom corner of the glass.

Different people wandered through the house, just looking at everything. As it was starting to get dark, an older couple stopped to look at me. The woman picked me up and smiled. They took me out of the house, and into their own.

That's when my life really began. They set the frame down on a desk and flipped it over, prying away at the frame. This took several minutes and a pair of scissors, seeing as the case hadn't been opened in decades.

The man popped off the frame and the woman picked me up. She tipped my hat and removed the tab from my pull-string.

"You're my favorite deputy!"

Actually pulling the string was a bizarre feeling. That part of my back, which had actually been attached to my frame and original box, was rather sensitive by now.

The lady smiled again and carefully set me down on the desk.

"He's perfect!"

Bo cringed during most of that story the first time I told it to her. We sat down on the windowsill that first day we met. Then, watched the sunset as I told her of my life. Her story was shorter.

"I came from a store." She told me, "Gift for a baby shower. Until Mom learned her 'Andi' is gonna be an 'Andy'. I'm guessing that's why you showed up."

I was given as a gift from the older couple to their daughter, who Bo Peep called 'Mom.'

Who was this Andy, anyway?

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~Sally