It lays there, still and unflinching, it's black eyes staring nowhere. You flinch as your mother goes to it picks it up, "See? Nothing to fear, it's just a toy!".
She laughs that sunshine twinkling laugh, and you begin to cry, the pit of your stomach an endless void.
Just last night it planned your death, it's raspy tinkle voice chattering gleefully through the night.
The next day your mother looks at you in disappointment as you play with your old teddy bear.
"Kids these days, just destroying everything they touch!".
She begins to pick up the pieces.