If the hazy memories we hold of a seemingly idyllic childhood weren't yet thoroughly violated by the macabre Teddy Bear skulls posted a while back, then Daniel Elson's continuation of the Teddy Bear abuse theme should put paid to any stragglers.
Poor Grumbles just loved kids is all. Is it really his fault that he didn't know the difference between hugging and mauling? Or giggling and horrified, blood-soaked screams? I submit that it is not. You don't see his gleefully murderous, Easterly cousin being hunted down and turned into a furnishing do you? That's what I thought.
Yet, while I do feel for Mr. Grumbles, there's no denying just how nice he looks as a rug.