My Son Found a One-Eyed Teddy Bear in the Dirt – That Night, It Whispered His Name and Begged, ‘Help Me’

We were halfway around the lake when he stopped so suddenly that I almost bumped into him.

“Mark?”

He didn’t answer. He was staring down into the grass like he’d spotted buried treasure. Then he crouched, reached out, and pulled something free from the weeds.

A teddy bear.

And not just any teddy bear — this thing was disgusting.

The fur was matted and muddy, one eye was missing, and there was a big rip in its back. It looked like the stuffing was lumpy and dry.

Anyone else would have left it there, but Mark clutched it tight against his chest.

“Buddy,” I crouched beside him, “it’s dirty.

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