It took a while for Bob to realise what had happened to him, his attention at first was of fear and seclusion in case someone attempted to find and hurt, perhaps even kill him and in a library of all places, what a sad death.... But now he had finished his first book which didnâ€™t take him long after twenty years of constant reading he was perhaps the fastest reader in his world and the most imaginative. Now however his thought process changed because it had been sometime before he noticed, he was actually in a massive library, yeah nothing weird there. Bob with respect closed the book firmly due to his lack of strength in his toy form he had to put a little more effort in actually closing inanimate objects than others, and then he stood up on his little fluffy grey furred feet and wondered.<br/><br/>His wondering felt nice, like he could have the library to himself for a day, of course not forever, thatâ€™s not like him at all for Bob has never been selfish and had always offered to aide someone unless the topic was mainly including him, which it never did. Whilst his wondering continue he passed a few isle and saw figures of other, creatures, he of course stayed wary and hide in various places to keep out of the way and observe. He was not sneaky but in fact loved his life that was accidentally given to him and of course was not foolish enough to go into a fight without reason or provocation, he was a lover.... No he really wasnâ€™t, he didnâ€™t even know what he was in the moral district but he could promise himself and to others his intentions on morality were nothing short of being a good, toy.<br/><br/>He continued to wonder, walk and talk to himself, imagining what it would be like at this time to be a human that he had a fascination with, how they grow, talk, walk, interact but also why the violence? Hatred? Envy and Greed? Bob was an odd little toy of course but a toy of deep thinking and questioning status, like a child asking about the world for the first time but no adult to answer him, nor guide him for that matter. It didnâ€™t take Bob long to find a door,<span style="font-style: italic"> A door?</span>Yes Bob a door, and an odd door to say the least, he could see multiple colours decorated in a single area of the door and a wonderful sight to behold.<br/><br/>Of course he enjoyed the books but the library was a reverent place of learning and information as well as entertainment, but not colour or decoration that of course would be inappropriate. But through the door which Bob failed to see earlier was a man in a kitchen, devouring a sandwich slowly whilst his gaze followed the circumference of the room, as if examining and analyzing what area holds what type of paltry to make more elaborate foods. Another one of Bobs finer things in life and â€œskillsâ€ was indeed cooking but only as tests, he of course never ate, even when he was in his human form which occurred every so many years perhaps once every two to three years.<br/><br/>Bob stood hugging the corner of a book case with one rabbit ear perked out and his head slightly looking over to catch the glimpse of the fiery-haired man that seemed to be from the Japanese era of his own time, but somethingâ€™s were out of place like his badge of office and items one would normally wear for a long arduous war, Bob stood there still awaiting to see what this single interesting being would do.