I hate being called Baby Snuffles!” yelled Baby Snuffles on the way home from school. He tripped on the edge of the sidewalk and fell into a parked car.

“I want a real name, like George and Kermit have.”

“I don’t know what to say to that, now I just feel bad for you,” George replied, picking up his step. He wanted to get home and eat the last pudding before anyone else realized there was one left.

“Why don’t you make up a new name?” Nathan asked Baby Snuffles. “I was born with the name Puddles, but after being Emperor of France I realized that Puddles was too babyish. So I changed my name.”

“Yah, but you threatened Mum that you’d burn down the house if she didn’t change your name. I don’t want to do that,” Baby Snuffles replied. A tear streamed down his cheek. When it hit the pavement, the tear sparkled and shone in the sunlight.

Baby Snuffles heard a whisper in the wind, “Fred, Tom, Peter, make it what you wish. But remember, no matter what you choose, you will always be a Snuffles.”

“Hmph,” snorted Baby Snuffles, and he watched the leaves swirling round and round on the road.

“My name is now Leaf,” he told Nathan and George, “deal with it.” For the rest of the day, the stuffies all called him Leaf, but at school the next day, Leaf sat down and wrote “Baby Snuffles” on the top of his page. He sighed, mad at himself for getting his name wrong.

“Good morning Leaf,” the teacher said to him as she passed around yesterday’s tests. “I will miss Baby Snuffles, but welcome to the class.”

On top of his test, Leaf saw a big red A+ beside the name ‘Baby Snuffles’. “Hmmm,” Leaf thought, “I guess my name’s not so bad.” He smiled and got to work.