The story of teddy bear and his very good friend Patrick

This is the story of a small, old, beautiful bear. He liked to play, and at night, all the toys would creep out to him because he was so good at playing. The only thing any of the toys knew that was better at playing was Patrick. Now, Patrick is teddy’s friend. He has pale skin, light blonde hair and green-blue eyes. He is 7 years old but he loves to play. He doe not have a computer, as his mother is quite poor. His parents are split up, and they shower him with the cheapest nice presents they can get their hands on. But the only toy Patrick truly loves is Teddy. He was bought by both his parents for hi 5th birthday. He loves teddy. Teddy also loves his friend Patrick.

One day, it was a very hot day, Patrick’s father John, came to the house with a new toy. It was another teddy, brand new, with a golden coat and bright black shiny eyes. Patrick looked at the teddy in awe and hugged his father. His new teddy was called Freddy but old teddy wasn’t too worried. Patrick had been given toys by his toys before and teddy was still the favourite. But now, Freddy was the nicest, favourite toy. And at night, when all the toys came out while the moon shone brightly and the stars twinkled against the silky midnight sky, teddy would sit alone, feeling lost and confused, while his old friends played with Freddy. Teddy needed help. He called on Freddy to his part of the toy box, where the gentle glow of the crescent moon lit up the corner almost eerily. Teddy had chosen this corner for the dramatic effect. Teddy said to Freddy ‘why have you stolen Patrick from me? I was the favourite, but now he won’t play any more.’ Now, Freddy wasn’t actually a very nice bear. He was horrible to poor teddy. ‘Well, as they say, finder’s keeper’s loser’s weepers. So start weeping Teddy boy. I win, you lose. And what sort of a name is teddy, it is SO cliché. Now Freddy is a stylish name. But you, you’re ridiculous. And the other toys. They are such junk. No wonder Patrick is glad he has me. Mind you, he is stupid enough to like you lot. Still, Patrick is only interested in me now. And I am only hanging out with the other toys so I can exclude you. Look at you. How could they stand you? Oh, I know, they’re junk too, I forgot. But you are so much worse than them. I mean, your eye is coming out, and your fur isn’t the right colour. How many times have you been washed? Patrick really wasn’t careful with you was he? Well, I think it’s because he knew you are JUNK, and what I think is always right.’ After this ridiculously long monologue, Freddy sloped off with a satisfied smirk at teddy’s hurt expression.

As soon a Freddy left, the hurt expression vanished from teddy’s furry, stained face. Right, he thought, pay back time. The next day, while the sun shone so brightly and the stars and moon were hiding until the darkness came, while Freddy was out with Patrick and his mum for tea and cake at the local posh coffee shop, teddy called a meeting of all the toys in the communal kitchen which consisted of small plastic pots, pans, cutlery, a microwave and cooker. Did anyone ever tell you they were real? Well, they were right. Now you know how they get so dirty. Anyway, as everyone drank their morning tea, and ate their morning cereal, teddy cleared his throat and stood on a box. ‘Friends, my friends, that I have known for many years, I have some devastating news. If you do not believe me, I have proof. It will shock you, I am sure of it. It is huge news.’ The toy soldier commandant was becoming impatient as usual and barked for teddy, to get on with it, because his squad needed more training before Patrick got back. So teddy played the tape. ‘How could they stand you? Oh, I know, they’re junk too.’ Freddy’s sneering voice echoed through the silent, motionless kitchen. As the ridiculously long monologue trailed away, the kitchen broke out in angry argument. ‘How dare him! None of us are junk. None of us. Freak.’ This angry retort by Mr. Plastic Fantastic was met by cheers all around the kitchen. They all apologised to teddy for ignoring him and decided to get their own back on Freddy. But how?

When Patrick came back with Freddy in the crook of his arm, the other toys plan kicked into action. While Patrick talked to his mum, Freddy came over and tried to talk to everyone except teddy. Everyone ignored him. Hello, guys? Are you deaf? Oh I don’t care, you toy are idiots anyway.’ As soon as he had uttered the words he clapped his hands over his mouth. ‘What was that Freddy? Is sounded a bit like the riveting discussion we had last night didn’t it, everyone?’ Everyone nodded. ‘How do they know about it?’ said Freddy, aghast. ‘We heard, see we aren’t deaf. You do realise with that tiny brain in your oversized skull that the toy box is not sound proof.’ This comment made Freddy jump, as the giver was Tina the Ballerina (given by a mad aunt to Patrick who thought he was a girl.) who was usually pleasant and polite. ‘Hey, come on, Tina, don’t act like that. Didn’t’ the kiss last night mean anything?’ Another angry retort by Tina came back to Freddy suddenly. ‘No, because I have realised how much of a freak you are. Now, if you think we look like junk, then when you look worse than us which will be approximately 5 seconds after I finish saying this, then maybe you will appreciate the true beauty of us. Well, I know you will, when you are in the bin with the tea bags and rotting vegetables because you are such a scruffy disgrace. Bye Freddy. Get him boys.’ The soldiers rushed forward, grabbing the teddy bear and ripping his ears, pouring tea on his head, splattering paint on his feet. In less than a minute, Freddy was twice as torn and tatty than all the other toys. Everybody rushed back to their normal places, and Patrick came in. He saw Freddy lying on the floor. ‘Mummy! Can we throw this toy away? He is horrible! I want my old teddy back.’ And his mummy dearest replied: ‘yes, of course my darling boy, anything for you.’ So, Freddy lay in the bin with all the tea bags and the rotting tea bags and he really did appreciate the true beauty of the other toys.

Teddy and Tina and all the other toys let out a huge cheer. They were so happy to be rid of that obnoxious oaf that they nearly blew their cover as not alive. Teddy was so happy to be back with his friends, and they were happy to be back with them. They loved him, and they loved Patrick. They were so glad to be back with the two best players in the entire world. From that day on, they always remembered almost the best player in the world, teddy, and the best player ever, Patrick. Tina and teddy fell deeply in love, and they live in the toy box. Mr. Plastic Fantastic had to be binned, because Patrick was playing a game with their dog and he was ripped to pieces. The toys had a private funeral for him. As for Freddy, he is lurking in a dump somewhere, among all of the rubbish.

If this story has touched you, reached you or helped you in any way, please remember it. If not, then that is fine. But never, ever, in all your years of living, forget the story of the small, old, beautiful bear called Teddy, and his very good friend Patrick.

By Elana Binysh