[ WP ] Monsters under the bed are real and the only protection from them is teddy bears , you are a retired bear telling one of your stories .

My boy, Evan, was one of the nicest boys I'd ever met. He was about 1, and when he first wrapped me out of my box on Christmas Day, he looked like he was about to explode. He cuddled with me every night, and even gave me a special little hat. He named me Cuddlybear, because I was so soft and fuzzy. 
 
 When Evan was 5, he was always worrying about monsters under his bed. He checked every night for monsters. He looked under his bed with his flashlight, but there were no monsters. But little did he know I could see monsters under his bed every night. They were big and furry with huge fangs, and they could turn invisible. They looked at me every night, then quickly turned invisible again. I knew I had to protect Evan from them. 
 
 A month later, I was in Evan's new toy box his parents got him. It was horrible in there. One night, when Evan was fast asleep, I could hear a bump under his bed. The monsters were coming for him, and I was out of sight, so I could n't scare them away. What could I do? 
 
 My friends in the toy box were pushing me to the top, so I could get a view of what it was about to do. I opened the lid of the toybox, and there Evan was, wide awake, laying away from the monster. It opened its mouth, fangs revealed. It let out a loud roar, and Evan screamed as loud as he could. I opened the lid of the toy box, jumped out, and ran to the monster, jumping on it and hugging its face. 
 
 It screamed as smoke poured out of its face, eyes gouged in pain. It was disintegrating, as I was taking it down. It finally disappeared and I was left standing there, in front of Evan. He hugged me as I jumped in his arms. I heard his parents coming upstairs, and that's when I froze where I was and stopped where I was. 
 
 He's 12 now, and I'm here in the dumpster waiting to be taken away by the garbage men. That's basically my life story for you. That was fun, was n't it?
