[ WP ] You died . You were reborn . You remembered your previous life . But that 's actually pretty useless - because you were n't reborn human .

`` What do you mean'no'?'' the man asked the elderly toy maker on his bench. The older man simply shook his head in response, too caught up in creating his next invention: A wooden toy soldier. He was still putting on the finishing touches, slowly and carefully hand painting the last few coats of color to give it the life it deserved. Though his hands were aged, they had most certainly not lost their touch nor finesse. 
 
 `` I said, what do you mean you're not going to make a toy for my son this year? I can pay you as much as you god damn want, you old fart!'' His questions were turning into demands at this point, the wealthy businessman being driven to his knees by a lowly toy maker. He was making himself looking like a fool, but that did n't matter at the moment because the shop was empty aside from the two of them. This did n't include the dolls sitting upon rows and rows of shelves, staring down upon them with their black, beady little eyes. Finally, the old toy maker replied, but if only to get the disturbance to leave his premise. 
 
 `` I've told you, your boy does n't deserve my creations. Every year it's the same. I put in hours upon hours of effort, bucketloads of sweat for your precious son's birthday present. And what do I get in return? Broken pieces and scraps returned to me the very next week. If he does n't know how to treat his toys with respect, then he's not getting any toys!'' he snapped with ferocious fervor. He coughed a little, his anger having clouded his mind. `` LEAVE!'' he managed to spit out one last time before entering a coughing fit. 
 
 The toy maker abruptly fell to the floor and grasped his throat. He was choking on something and by the shade of purple his face was turning, it was apparent he could n't breath. His other arm reached for the businessman, pleading for help. Help that never came. The wealthy man simply watched with the cruelest of smiles his lips had ever made. He watched on without remorse as the toy maker's life slowly ebbed away from him. With every feeble attempt made, its only seemed to get worse and more painful. And when he finally stopped struggling, the businessman put his hat back on and bid his farewell. But not before swiping the toy soldier. 
 
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 Little Jimmy was playing with his brand new toy. A British soldier with the red coat and funny, large black hat. It even came with little emblems and badges adorning its torso. The young master played through the night with his new toy along with every other one he had received earlier during the gift unwrapping session. It was always his favorite part of his birthday, second only to eating the cake, of course. 
 
 `` Time for bed, son.'' his father's head peeped in through his unclosed door. Jimmy's face grimaced as he realized he was too caught up with playtime that he had forgotten to shut his door properly. `` Okay dad...'' he grumbled indignantly as he put away his latest presents in the toy chest next to his bed. He held the toy soldier last, looking at it one last time before throwing it in. 
 
 `` Enjoy your new friend there?'' his father asked once more. Little Jimmy's mouth curled into a frown. `` Yeah, he's cool and all but...'' he paused, unsure how to continue. 
 
 `` But what, son?'' 
 
 `` Why does he look so angry at me?''
