the original

It seems as if in almost all cases

the original

is better than

the imitation.

Like popcorn.  (The real kernels popped on your stove taste better than the microwave variety.)

And hot chocolate.  (The little paper packet mix has got nothing on heating up genuine milk combined with real cocoa powder.)

And the original Chick-fil-A sandwich.  (Don’t even get me started on the inadequacies of that spicy version.)

I guess Willow feels as if the same concept is true about her toys.

Old Eagle is loads better than his new, never-been-loved, duplicate.