Five-year-old Carrie Plum lay curled up in her bed. She wasn't under the covers because it wasn't story time with Mom or Dad and the Sun still shone through her windows. Her tummy was still full of tuna sandwich and milk, and her ears still rang with Daddy yelling at her for tipping Mommy's vase over and making it break all to pieces on the floor. She hadn't meant to break that stupid old vase, but Daddy yelled at her anyway and told her to go to her room. So she ran upstairs to her room and jumped onto the bed, crawling toward her pillows and her many plush toys. There was a big unicorn, and a brown teddy bear, and three little pink hippos and her Raggedy Anne, and she held them close to her body and buried herself under some pillows and cried and cried and cried.

"I wish Daddy would stop yelling at me and Mommy" she shouted, muffling her voice in the brown teddy bear.

All of a sudden, her brown teddy started feeling warm and she didn't feel like crying anymore. And she heard a cute little voice in her head say "Don't cry Carrie. I'll make sure Daddy won't yell at you. You're my favorite little girl, and you are going to fall asleep now."

Carrie fell asleep in an instant and dreamed that the Candy Road Game was real.

As she lay silently dreaming, the brown bear began to stir and speak. "Spirit of my form-sake," it said, "I know you hunger. Go downstairs and feast."