The Few, The Furred, The Forgotten
Slogan and recipient courtesy of Anonymous, their review of Chapter 40
'Don't call me infantile, you stinkybutt poopyhead!'
Mouth dropping open in shock at the message on the size small T-shirt she'd pulled out of the mailing envelope, Rebecca's face screwed up in a frown and she started to howl.
Lying in a crumpled pile of ragged fleece fur, Teddy watched with impassive plastic eyes as Rebecca vented her rage.
Finally calming down, Rebecca, red-faced with anger, glared heatedly own at the shirt in her lap. "I would never call anyone a 'stinkybutt poopyhead'," she snarled. Giving a disdainful sniff, she said haughtily, "With my vocabulary I can be much more inventive."
A dangerous glint shone in her eyes as her carelessly spoken words sunk into her genius-level whiz kid brain. "Yes, I can…" she mused.
Teddy watched impassively from the floor as his mistress plotted malicious mischief. For all that she played the part of the cherubic child with her 'imaginary friend' Teddy, Rebecca Hawkins was quick to forget her furred childhood companion when she had more immediately pressing matters to attend to – like revenge. It wasn't the first time he'd been forgotten while Rebecca was intent on something she deemed more important. And it most likely wouldn't be the last.
Infantile, indeed. She was more like a toddler, whose favorite stuffed bear had been scorned in favor of the newest and most amusing game of the moment.
Even if she refused to admit she couldn't win.