the teddybear diary.

Louis wore her plaits neatly, her skirt and clothes plainly. She was about five or six and stood up only to, right about here. ( I move my hand to around my hips.)
She would walk the same route home from school. Past the grocers where Mr Mett sold the sweetest icicles, past the playground wore down by the racous of children, and past a row of houses.
It was there where she first picked up Mr Marlbo. He was a sad sad looking teddy bear. Its legs were cast a strew, its head drooping past its shoulders, with one of it paws missing. All I could say was Mr Marlbo was a sorry sight.
Louis, the angel that she was, immediately pointed him out to me. "Look at him! We need to bring him home. Give him a place to live!" she chirped.

That was how Mr Marlbo became part of our family. Goodbye to Barbies and the androgenous Kens. As God had given Adam an Eve, Mr Marlbo soon A Mrs Marlbo. Louis nursed her to care, gave her a new hair cut and hand made tiny bear-clothes for them. A bow tie for Mr Marlbo and a skirt for Mrs Marlbo.
The collection of tattered bears grew and grew. A tattered house for the tattered bears, and a tattered little car too. All I could say was Louis had a heart of gold. She looked after all that the other children had cast aside and cherished the rest like her own.

One day, Mr Marlbo finally woke up. He stood on his unsteady little legs and swung his one arm to steady himself. He took his first step, then the next. Mr Marlbo found himself in front of Louis. He asked, "Why do you love me so much? I am but an injured bear, never as fluffy or as cuddly as the new ones..." Louis smiled to herself.

"I love you so. I love you so."
"As no one will, only I get to love you. Then you would love, only me."