A thorough post-holiday purge of Boy's World (my sons' living space) produced a large bin of, among other things too gross to mention, errant game pieces, lego bricks, spent Nerf rounds and a menagerie of plastic animals. My youngest son, who just turned eleven, rather ceremoniously added his beloved animal collection. Not really. I made it a moment... "Are you sure???" He responded, "meh," then pitched Ken the Grizzly Bear from five feet beyond the arc.
He may have been ready to part with them, but not me... Ken is settling into life on the preserve quite nicely.