Nobody knows exactly where BOZZY came from. One day he just… showed up. Sitting in a box of old fabric scraps, buttons, and loose thread. X's for eyes. A smile that doesn't quite reach where smiles should reach. Adorable? Absolutely. Normal? Absolutely not.

He's been stitched together from like six different toys that probably shouldn't have been combined. Every seam is crooked. Every button is from a different coat. And yet — somehow — he's the most put-together little guy in the room.

BOZZY doesn't have a plan. BOZZY doesn't have a roadmap. BOZZY has vibes — slightly unstable ones — and an inexplicable urge to be everywhere at once. Don't question it. Just hug the bunny.