Writer's Block: A.A. Milne
Eeyore, hands down. They didn't even have to ask. And I would furthermore spend all my time in said elevator cuddling him tightly to my chest and reattaching his tail with my terrible sewing skills. Of course, this is because ever since I was 4 or 5 years old and went to DisneyWorld for the first time and was overwhelmed in the souvenir gift shop by all the plush Winnie the Pooh figures not knowing which one to choose, my dad leaned down and said to me, "pick that one. He looks like he needs a friend." So I chose Eeyore, and have loved him to pieces ever since. I still have that original gray Eeyore (yep folks, that was back before they made him blue) as well as ones for every holiday and season in various shapes, sizes and colors.