Ewey's Expeditions

Ewey is a TY beanie baby. He has a fluffy, cream coat, untainted except for the specks of lint and other dust motes that have clung onto him from his experience of lying on the musty carpet half forgotten by his owner.
Ewey has a pair of dark, black obsidian-colored eyes that reflects everything he sees. Sometimes his blank expression maybe interpreted as an ambiguous smile, on other days it may be seen as an accusing stare. If one were to look closely at where his face and head attaches, slightly above his left eye, there are peach colored stitches at perfect intervals trying in vain to be hidden from view.
Right between Ewey’s beady eyes is his nose. Over the years, it has grown stubbier and acquired a darker hue because when his owner was little, she made him “drink” water by smooshing his previously pointed nose in a clear bottle cap full of water. To make it distinguishable from the rest of his face, there is a triangular patterned stitch made in a glossy, carnation pink thread at the point of his nose.  
If one to look as the side of Ewey’s face, and placed a ruler horizontally across his nose, one would find that his ears are this line, too. These ears are always pointed downward for some mysterious reason, hiding the peach colored interior of his ears that matches the color of his face and the stitches that are attached.
Around his neck is a thin, fluzzy scarf with midnight blue and snow white stripes, oddly tighten by a single knot. This scarf was stolen from a snowman toy by his owner to distinguish him from his identical looking wife.
At the center top portion of his body there is a shiny, thin loop of ribbon with gleaming silver lines sewn in, perhaps for ornamental purposes at the time of his manufacturing but now his owner uses it to attach a shiny, blue, bone-shaped doggy tag than he is definitely more expensive that he is with his name and his owner’s contact information engraved upon it. The purpose of this doggy tag was to make sure that the owner never loses him; she was devastated by the loss of Ewey’s wife and wanted to ensure that same thing would never happen again.
In continuing the tradition of his wife, he now takes the place of her and travels where ever his owner goes when she is traveling. He has been able to see the 2010 Shanghai World Expo, The Art Institute of Chicago and Monterrey Bay Aquarium. He was also able to spend two nights in the Grand Hyatt Shanghai, one of the highest hotels in the world. Although his travel log, has yet to surpass his wife’s, who has been to the Great Wall of China, he has a long future ahead of him.
When he is not traveling the world or spending endless days bouncing around in the deep abyss of his owner’s teal messenger bag, he lays on his side on the flimsily assembled cyan IKEA worktable, watching his owner spend hours paving through history notes, the latest English assignment or slacking off and playing Neopets on her dust magnet of a laptop. Ewey just lies there, staring endlessly at something that no one can see, until stacks of old homework, multitudes of writing utensils, and bit of wingdings and tidbits gather upon the miniscule cyan table take over and shove him off the table and onto the unvacuumed carpet where he will stay his owner dusts him off and takes him to his next adventure.