then , as the winter wore on through january and february , the toys and the seeming junk that would become parts of toys would begin appearing again - trains and joined wooden ballerinas with red spots of colour on their cheeks , a box of stuffing raked out of someone 's old couch that would later end in a bear 's belly ( my father called every one of his bears owen or olive - i had worn out six owen bears between infancy and second grade , and ellie had worn out a like number of olive bears ) , little snips of wire , buttons , and flat , disembodied eyes scattered across the worktable like something out of a pulp horror story .