Continuing Toyland's popular novelisation of the history of Toyland, here is the intriguing history of Smallvania's reigning king. The Story of Chris(or 'Three Names and Red Tie')Christopher Preston Jeremy Steakface was born in Cape Town, South Africa forty-two years ago. He was born to able parents, and was instantly recognisable for his red paws and feet with white spots, and his chestnut fur.
On his birth he was given to a young sick child in hospital. The child took great care of him, as he was the only toy to keep him company on his bed. The child named the future king 'Preston', though being just a baby he was too young to remember why the child was sick and things like that.
Chris learnt to crawl on that soft, plasticky hospital bed in Cape Town. During the evenings he would crawl around the hospital ward tasting the other patients food that they hadn't eaten. It is there that he developed an affinity for good food.
Eventually, of course, the child got better, and took Chris home. Chris had grown into an adventurous young lad by this point. Unfortunately he wasn't accepted into that boy's Toyland. He was thrown into an empty spare room, as cold as a prison cell.
Chris was not very happy here, and being just a toy of a height of three inches, it was a great effort to navigate the room. All the toys in the child's room were big toys, giant soft animals who towered over him, and on more that one occassion fell on top of him, crushing his little red and white spotted paws. It was after this had happened too many times that Chris gave up, and wandered back to the spare room.
In the room there was very little besides a chair, a bed, and a table with some old magazines dating back to the 1950s on top of them. There were a few old LPs and a record player. As he had no-one to talk to, he resolved to at least be able to listen to those records. He climbed up onto the table and attempted to pull one out. He tried and tried but it was no use! Chris was nowhere near strong enough. The records were in a pile, each one held down by all the weight on top. To make matters worse, there was an enormous paperweight on top of all these mysterious records!
Of course even if he could reach those records, he'd still be lonely. Whilst pacing the room one day he saw an old opened box under the bed. It looked like it used to have some kind of bracelet or ring in it, but more importantly there was an untied ribbon lying around it. Chris picked it up and dragged it into the light, which was streaming through the windows. It could get quite warm in South Africa so up until this point Chris had been naked all of his life.
He picked the ribbon up and put it around his neck. He must have tried at least twenty times before he was successful, but he looked in the old mirror at the end of the room and he'd done it! Chris had tied himself a beautiful red tie. He crumpled something into his pocket hastily. He was all set.
He ran downstairs, trying his best not to be seen, though that wasn't hard for a small toy, and ran out the back door which was open, the owners of the house swimming in the pool outside. He ran down the steep hill towards the sea. When he arrived at the beach, he pulled out the paper from his pocket.
It was a huge map. He had to unfold it onto the hot sand, and weighed it down with some stones to stop it blowing away. It was a map of hundreds of rocks, some huge and bigger than several human beings, and all bigger than the little boy Chris, or Preston as he was currently known.
Chris sat there for a long time working out which direction to go in. Its hard to use a map where you are so small that sometimes the bumps in sand in front of you are higher than your little black bead eyes!
At last he seemed to know which way he was going, and with a little smile, he announced to himself, 'Ou! My first day!'.
It should be explained at this point that Chris had developed for some reason a tendency to start and sometimes also puncuate all his sentences with the sound 'Ou', spoken in his gruff South African accent. Right now, his voice wasn't terribly low as he was just a boy.