The teddy bear (short story)

   Once upon a time, there was a little teddy bear who was owned by a mischievous little boy. The little teddy bear was tortured with all types of evil stuff. The teddy bear dreamed of running away to a magical land far away from it's owner. Every night, when the humans were sleeping, he would always wish to be able to run and walk and be alive. Those wishes and dreams were just that, dreams.
    Then, one faithful night, Christmas eve, the teddy bear was thrown out on the street by it's owner. It was raining hard. The little innocent teddy bear started crying. His life seemed to be over. Suddenly, a little girl dressed in a fairy costume came up to the teddy bear and picked him up. "Your life has just begun." She whispered to the teddy's ear. When teddy looked up to her, she disappeared. The teddy then realized he could move his head. He was astounded by this find. He tried to move his arms, and they worked marvelously. Finally, with all his strength (and his beating heart) he moved his legs. This was it. His deams and wishes came true. He got up and started running towards a very bright beam of light at the end of the street. He thought it was the path to the magical place.
    The light came closer and closer . At the last second, he realized it was a car. The teddy bear suddenly woke up. "No!" The teddy bear cried in his mind. He was sad but happy at the same time. He finally felt what it was like to be alive.