an imaginary husband she called Fang.

Iamluckyasimaginaryfriendsgo.Ihavebeenaliveforalotlongerthanmost.IonceknewanimaginaryfriendnamedPhilippe.HewastheimaginaryfriendofoneofMax’sclassmatesinpreschool.Helastedlessthanaweek.Onedayhepoppedintotheworld,lookingprettyhumanexceptforhislackofears(lotsofimaginaryfriendslackears),andthenafewdayslater,hewasgone.I’malsoluckythatMaxhasagreatimagination.IonceknewanimaginaryfriendnamedChompwhowasjustaspotonthewall.Justafuzzy,blackblobwithoutanyrealshapeatall.Chompcouldtalkandsortofslideupanddownthewall,buthewastwo-dimensionallikeapieceofpaper,sohecouldneverpryhimselfoff.Hedidn’thavearmsandlegslikeme.Hedidn’tevenhaveaface.Imaginaryfriendsgettheirappearancefromtheirhumanfriend’simagination.Maxisaverycreativeboy,andsoIhavetwoarms,twolegs,andaface.I’mnotmissingasinglebodypartandthatmakesmeararityintheworldofimaginaryfriends.Mostimaginaryfriendsaremissingsomethingorotherandsomedon’tevenlookhumanatall.LikeChomp.Toomuchimaginationcanbebad,though.IoncemetanimaginaryfriendnamedPterodactylwhoseeyeswerestuckontheendsofthesetwogangly,greenantennas.Hishumanfriendprobablythoughttheylookedcool,butpoorPterodactylcouldn’tfocusonanythingtosavehislife.Hetoldmethatheconstantlyfeltsicktohisstomachandwasalwaystrippingoverhisownfeet,whichwerejustfuzzyshadowsattachedtohislegs.HishumanfriendwassoobsessedwithPterodactyl’sheadandthoseeyesthathehadneverbotheredtothinkaboutanythingbelowPterodactyl’swaist.Thisisnotunusual