There once was a boy called Allan. He had a friend, a toy squirrel, he fondly called Ovane ("orav" is how grown-ups call squirrel in Estonian, but remember that Allan was a small boy). They were inseparable, like Andy and Woody were in another story. And as it happens, Allan grew up too.
But unlike Andy, Allan opened a childrenwear shop years later with his wife Iren and they needed a name for the shop. Without any doubt the shop got named after a dear friend, a childhood companion. And I had the pleasure to illustrate that story with some pictures.