And it had instructions.
The instructions called for buying furry fabric, but I couldn't find it at Giant Soulsucking Store, so I went with one of those giant fuzzy pillows you buy to put in a kid's room.*
I carefully ripped part of a seam out, thanking my parents again for putting together a sewing kit for me to take to college. I pulled out all the stuffing, imminently relieved that it wasn't stuffed with used hypodermics and the tears of children.
Just really icky stuffing.
I turned the pillow inside out, cut small slits and put ping pong balls through the slits. Then I hot glued the heck out of the openings with a borrowed hot glue gun, burning my finger three times without too much pain. The fourth hurt like a bitch.
That done, I took the dog on a walk so I wouldn't be tempted to touch it. Patience has never been my strong suit.
I came back, turned the pillow right side out, restuffed, and sewed up the hole in the seam. Out came the Sharpie.
I'm giving it to a friend for Christmas, and she will squeal with glee.
*By kid, I mean me, obviously.