Prompt--Emotional Object

It's not like most stuffed animals, filled with fluff like a pillow, instead it contains little beads that would slowly leak out if a seam ever broke. Bead so tiny that it was hard to imagine how many that stuffed frog contained. Which made it heavier to pick up but for some reason felt much more enchanting compared to being stuffed with fluff. The outside has an irregular pattern of colors, a little bit of everything really. There is some blue, green, purple, red, orange, and yellow scattered all over it's back; however, the belly is solid yellow. The smell is the only downfall, since the slight aroma of cigarette smoke will forever be attached. This come's from Grandpa's smoking. I always grabbed the frog the moment I walked into the house and carried it to the couch. Very rarely was I in that apartment without the frog in my lap. It's about the size of a football and he always told me it was too big of a frog for such a little girl, but I didn't care. I took that frog from his apartment the day we cleaned it out, about a week after the funeral. It's faded now, the colors aren't quite as bright anymore, but it still occasionally sits on my lap.