This is Harry, after his operation.
Unfortunately I don't have a before picture because
Anyway. He looks okay, right?
Harry, upon inspection, was met with the following words.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO HARRY?"
"ON NO HARRY!!"
"THAT'S NOT HARRY!!"
"I DON'T WANT THAT HARRY!!!"
"THAT'S NOT HARRY NO WAAAAAAAAY MAMA!!!!!!!!!"
So we took Harry, and tossed him in the garbage.
We set him aside for a few hours and later, when the storm had died down and Matthew was being tucked into bed, he nonchalantly asked us...
"Harry's been to doctor today?"
"Yes, that's right. And he's all better now. No more owies." We replied.
"Okay." He said, and snuggled down with his beloved old bear.
Moral of the story? If it ain't broke, or even if it is broke, don't bloody well fix it - just leave it the hell alone.