Sitting there. Your body limp. You couldn't do anything! Everything hurt!

"Everyone should be treated right." Is all that filled your mind besides this very moment.

All you can see is the tear of your strings that held you together thrown apart. Bringing tears to trickle and soak into your woolen felt.

The other children tugged and pulled out all your stuffing. Only for it to stop. As you see a taller puppet... Just like you stand above these children. "Principal Home's office... Now! All five of you!"

It was the art teacher, Mr. Darling. Who watched the kids run off. He kneels in front of you. Looking over your injuries. Frowning. As he sighs. "Oh... You poor thing. Let's get ya stitched back together."