My kid had a school assignment for which she had to create a fantastical creature. She took some old stuffed animals and cut them up in order to sew together a conglomerate horse/dog/frog.
The proceedings were charming and successful, but the aftermath was a bit surreal:
She's carrying the horse head around with her now. But she's not the only one with an affinity for plush decapitated horses.
That's what it's like to be a parent. You're just doing your daily junk and the next thing you know, you've got an amputated plush horse head on your kitchen table.
I shouldn't complain. It wasn't nearly as messy as the original.