Only A Little One
by Patricia Ash
It was only a little one.
It followed her home.
She didn't understand why her parents were so upset when they found out about it.
Hadn't she kept it just fine in her room? Hadn't it been quiet? It hadn't bothered anybody. She'd taken care of it all by herself.
She'd named it Grace and they'd had tea parties. Grace was not good at tea parties, but that was ok.
Grace slept in her bed, too. Grace was better than any cuddly toy. Grace had chewed the arm off her teddy bear, but she wasn't mad at her. Grace didn't know any better.
Yes, Grace had bitten her, but it was only a little bite. She hadn't meant to.