Now I see his face sideways, I start to feel sorry for him. That line from forehead to chin, so weird. It's as if his maker didn't have inspiration the day he was created. His eyes started to develop a possesionate sparkle while he pointed with his finger to the door of my bedroom. "Stay out of there!" I yelled. "Stay away from Teddy, Teddy's mine, mine, mine!" He understood. He left. I walked into my room and saw Teddy sitting on my bed. He didn't know how lucky he just was. Egoism of myself, and gratitude from Teddy. My Teddy.