That's okay, Starise. One time, they sent me an alternate product. Imagine my surprise when I opened the box and found an Eeyore. I was going to send him back, but I thought I'd at least try him out for a while. Now, it just seems like too much trouble to box him up and return him.
My doorbell works just fine. I don't know how he does it, but he manages to make the bell sound sad. You wouldn't believe the number of times I've answered the door to find a salesman standing there choking back sobs as he tries to sell me something. This usually ends with the salesperson turning away, throwing his hands up and moaning, "Why do I bother?"
When kids come by for Halloween, they're glad to see Eeyore at first. By the time they leave, however, they're whining about how their feet hurt, their stomach aches, and they probably didn't get any good candy. It's a big hit with the parents. I just smile and wave.