Chubs, the Little Horse

Hello again, friends! It’s me, Chubs, here to tell you about one of the strangest encounters I’ve ever had. Let me set the scene: it was a regular afternoon, the kind where I was lazily swishing my tail, pondering life, and maybe sneaking in a nap or two. Then, out of nowhere, my little girl, Emmy, comes bounding into the barn with something tucked under her arm.

At first, I thought it was one of her books or maybe a bag of carrots (wishful thinking on my part). But no—this was something else entirely. It was… me. Or at least, it looked like me. A small, stuffed version of me, complete with a soft coat, and a cross on its forehead.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m a pretty handsome horse, but seeing myself in miniature form was… confusing. I tilted my head, twitched my ears, and gave the thing a cautious sniff. It didn’t smell like me. It didn’t move. And yet, there it was, staring back at me with big, button eyes.

Emmy laughed and hugged the doll to her chest. “Look, Chubby Chubs! It’s you!” she said, her voice brimming with excitement. She held it up so I could get a closer look, and I leaned in, still unsure what to make of this pint-sized doppelgänger.

Part of me wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or offended. I mean, sure, the doll captured my good looks (the woman who made it clearly has a great eye for detail), but it was just so… small. And quiet. And squishy. Not exactly what you’d expect from the real Chubs.

Still, Emmy seemed thrilled, and that’s what mattered. She carried that little doll around all afternoon, showing it off to everyone who’d listen. Even Mom came out to admire it. “She did an amazing job,” I heard her say. “We’ll have to ask her to make more in case any of my readers want one. Maybe some big ones and some small ones, too.”

Wait a minute. More of these? There’s going to be a herd of mini Chubses running around? The thought was both amusing and a little unnerving. Could the world handle more than one Chubs, even in doll form?

In the end, I decided to make peace with the doll. Emmy was happy, and if this little lookalike brought her joy, then I guess it wasn’t so bad. Besides, if having a Chubs doll means more people get to see how special I am, then maybe it’s a good thing after all.

So, if you see a mini Chubs one day, just know it’s a tribute to the real deal—yours truly. Until next time, remember: there’s only one real Chubs, but a little extra Chubs never hurt anyone.

Hoof-bumps and button eyes,