Jack hit the stuffed bear's stomach hard with his coffee mug. It didn't have the effect he wanted. The toy bear just laughed, exposing his yellow teeth. Jack backed up, frightened. "Listen, " he said to the large bear "I never did anything during the Toy Craze...I wasn't a part of the burning...if that's what your-"
"I don't care what you are" The bear inturrupted "I'm dying. And so are you." Jack looked at the bear's side, it was torn, some cotten stuffing was hanging out of a gash. The bear must be on his last legs thought Jack. And a dying teddy was never somthing to mess with. But he was cornered, stuck in a dead end alley of sheer rock. The bear began to hobble torwards him. He was massive, about four times Jacks size. With no room to run Jack began to panic. couldn't take his eyes off the throbbing cotton in the monster's side. The bear lunged torwards him with a hiss of sickly anticipation. Before Jack knew what happened, he found he had thrown the mug into the wall of rock near the beast's side. The cup shattered, shooting shards of ceramic into the bear's raw wound. The bear roared in pain and twisted to the ground, his snout landing inches from Jack. He looked straight into the bear's big, black, eyes.
"Don't freak with a puppet on a pilgrimage." he said. The bear's dying eyes widened as he understood. His last words were too faint for Jack to make out, but they sounded apologetic. He picked up the shards of clay and laid them on the dead bear's chest in the shape of a roman cross.
Jack then continued his journey, his strings reaching up into the heavens, and his wooden joints moving as directed.