Mine was a rabbit, which I wore out so completely, that it got completely disfigured. At the end of a few years, it had to be patched up, so it is now an almost unrecognizable thing.
I still have it, and I can smack someone very hard with it. Not that I do so, but I did in the past when I was angry at my brother(s).
I had a bear, but when I was 12 years old or so, my two brothers brutally dismembered it, and hang parts of it on a tree.
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