I saw her before - at my local gas station which is, for some inscrutable marketing reason, also labeled "cartoon palace", dangling from the ceiling in a clusterfuck consisting of all kinds of mostly anthropomorphic and brightly colored creatures. Lisa loves animals, so I guess she was happy there, and the hefty price (10,95 euros) made me refrain from investing my hard-earned monies in her soft textile essence.
Today, after fueling my thirsty guzzler, I saw her once again, no longer high in the air, but in a dusty bin, on top of her hapless furry colleagues, labeled "-40%". The outcome was predictable, even if I had to fight my natural shyness and mumbled something about "birthday present for my little niece," when I felt the eyes of the cashier and the patrons being fixed on my plushie-clutching hands.
Ok, her left leg is a bit longer than her right, but her twin sister had really bad stitching, so it was an easy choice after all.