Pretty soon the bear’s magic had taken its course, and flopped nearby on the floor was the plush that had once been Lauren.
Her limp raggedy body, now cotton and wool, she stared blankly at the ceiling.
The bear now donned the hat and cloak from within the dresser and padded over to the crumpled Lauren.
The bear, reaching down with a hefty paw, grabbed Lauren by the paw and dragged her to her squashy little paws.
She swayed unsteadily before being led back down into the main room of the hut.