O.B.

We decided to have a post-christmas-pre-back-to-work clear out of the house today, and went about gutting the house. While clearing some drawers, my wife rediscovered her O.B. (old bunny) that she's had ever since she was wee. I think at some point it probably resembled a bunny of some sorts, however it's had to endure having limbs dismembered (at the hands of her older brother), eyes falling off, its nose being mauled my inquisitive cats etc, so I suppose it has been through the wars.
I personally wouldn't want it touching me, however the wife couldn't bring herself to part with it, so he's back in the drawer for now.