All the “oh sure it’s an epidemic but you surely must sacrifice everything to save my precious woobie” makes me realize we’ve lost the spirit of Margery Williams’ “Velveteen Rabbit”

That being the 1922 Where-in-the-Hundred-Acre-Wood-the-Red-Fern-Grows kids’ book where a stuffed toy becomes a child’s emotional anchor and then gets fucking incinerated in a velvet fever outbreak, which is the kind of kids’ book a nation coming out of WWI goes for, apparently