Though it wasn’t an actual objective, each of our last few trips has resulted in coming home with a new plush animal.
Our visit to Fukuoka net the little chick that became my profile pic almost everywhere (and which adorns the sidebar here). San Francisco resulted in a fuzzy shark.
London brought this guy.
It barely counts as an animal - a red ball with eyes, a nose, and two antlers - but it was cute enough. Technically it’s a washball (or towelling sponge), and, as the label says, “not a toy”.
You’re not the boss of me, label.