Focused beam.

Lucky and unhappy he began to plod down the lane. All he wanted to do was float for a free style life. He dark blue eyes brimmed with tears. His teacher, the most beautiful women on this earth had hit him. How, how could she have betrayed him like that? How could a slap from women whom he considered his mother be so vicious? Red plastic fingernails scraping and tearing the soft skin off his cheek leaving marks etched to his soul not soon to be forgotten.

A tear slipped down his cheek as he looked down at the pavement. He just wanted Teddy. His soft, furry, lovable Teddy. How he wanted to hold him right now, just to caress his face in his soft stomach.

Through misty eyes he saw a glint of metal reflect reflect from a puddle of yesterdays rainwater. It reminded him of his magnifying glass on a hot summer day. Oh how he loathed those ants! Those dirty sneaky ants! Always getting into places where they weren't supposed to! Their creepy crawly legs tickling his feet everytime he would try to sit and eat a sandwich in his backyard! He would find their queen one day, and when he did...oh my, she better watch out. She better watch from the front, because thats where he would come from. Not from the back, not from the side but to her face. Be afraid, be very very afraid.