Mom left me alone again to go to jury duty and when she came home she found this:
Who did that?
Bear, my stuffed bear was my favorite toy. I carried him from room to room; I tossed him around; I slept with him in my bed. Why would anyone destuff Bear? I loved him.
Mom blamed me. Even though I was lonely and bored, I wouldn't have hurt Bear. Harvey, the six-foot-one, white rabbit, must have reappeared from the movie and did it. He wanted to get me in trouble.
Luckily, mom thought so too. She didn't get mad at me AND she didn't throw Bear away.
Whew! Dodged a bullet on that one.