As today was your sixth birthday, you had been thrilled because you had exhorted your parents to buying you a pink teddy bear. Brusquely, however, did that joy end when your present was revealed to be, instead, a mint-colored rabbit stuffed animal that strangely had wing. Cheerful feelings gone because you had, for as long as you could remember, feared the dark with its pernicious monsters and everlasting nightmares which the only solution against was by having a teddy bear. Dogmatic in believing such a supposition because sometime before spring break, your close friend told you how teddy bears defeated monsters of the night and chased night terrors away in order to protect children—the salvation you had been praying for.
Expectations of the needed good night slumbers were out the door now, but you nevertheless brought the mint rabbit with you to bed that night, praying as you entered Dream Land for the miracle that despite the doll not being a bear, he’d be salutary.
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