Summary

Theodore Sturgeon The Professor’s Teddy Bear

The professor-- Jeremy sat up and flung the monster away. "It isn't funny!" he screamed. "It isn't funny, it isn't, it isn't, it isn't!"
The monster sat up and looked at him with its soft, bland, teddy-bear expression. "Be quiet," it said. "Let's make her all squashy now, like soft-soap. And hornets in her stomach. And we can put her--" Jeremy clapped his hands over his ears and screwed his eyes shut. The monster talked on. Jeremy burst into tears, leapt from the crib and, hurling the monster to the floor, kicked it.
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Theodore Sturgeon The Professor’s Teddy Bear

Jeremy thought carefully. "Why didn't I ever touch a person before?" "I don't know," said Fuzzy. "It has something to do with being born in this house, I think." "I guess maybe," said Jeremy doubtfully. "I'm hungry," said the monster, settling itself on Jeremy's stomach as he turned on his back. "Oh, all right," Jeremy said. "The next lecture?" "Yes," said Fuzzy eagerly. "Dream bright, now. The big things that you say, lecturing. Those are what I want. Never mind the people there. Never mind you, lecturing. The things you say." The strange blood flowed as Jeremy relaxed.
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Theodore Sturgeon The Professor’s Teddy Bear

I'm having a dream," said Jeremy. "When I sleep, all my dreams go away. Or they're just pretend dreams. I'm having a real dream now." "What are you dreaming now?" asked the monster. "I am dreaming that I'm grown up--" "Seven feet tall and very fat," said the monster. "You're silly," said Jeremy.
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