Patron saint of lost comfort toys

Going from being the absolute favourite companion of a five-and-a-half-year-old child to floating in the dirty water of a gutter is no easy transition. Suffice it to say that the psychological state of lost comfort toys is often quite catastrophic. Gone are the warm bedsheets, the glass of milk at breakfast, the countless visits to the natural history museum, the stroller rides, and the Wednesday morning cartoons... In the blink of an eye, their soft and cosy existence is replaced by a hostile world where ears get trampled, bodies are swept away with rubbish, and limbs are torn in escalators. Fortunately, all these lost comfort toys have a patron saint who is as kind-hearted as he is hardworking. At the slightest alert, he can be found in the subway, at the supermarket, on the beach, or on a train platform, rescuing abandoned little companions. He patches them up, reassures them, and showers them with care so that they can peacefully join their new family, made up of hundreds of former comfort toys, all as battered as they are loved.