Little did I know what I was getting in to when I signed up. That might be a common story, of course.
I am a bear, a teddy bear to be right stuffed about it.
We have a certain view of the world, it always starts with our little human. All else is secondary.
But the offer was sincere, and coming from a fellow toy, I listened.
That was probably my real mistake.
If I hadn’t listened, I wouldn’t have joined.
If I hadn’t joined, I wouldn’t be loosing stuffing over this.
I know what you’re thinking. “Silly old bear. What good is that fluff-filled head of his?”
It isn’t really like that at all. Yes, of course I’m stuffed. It says that right on my tag: “poly-fill stuffing, hypoallergenic”.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t think.
I don’t think with my stuffing, I’m not bound by the same rules as my little human!
But I was offered a chance to make the world better.
Or so it seemed to me at the time, in any case.
As it is turning out, I am trapped in the new toy box, with no way out, and subject to new rules.
And my small human is alone, and afraid.
And I have failed my charge.