Once upon a time, a certain 7 year old had a much loved, well worn & WAY too small nightie, which her evil mother liberated from her wardrobe to cut up to use as backing for darning another item of clothing. The 7 year old had the eyes of an eagle, and spotted a corner of the fabric peeking from beneath a pile of other items, and was not well pleased. To avert a major meltdown, her much more considerate father suggested making a teddy bear from the remainder of the fabric. The 7 year old embraced this idea with gusto, and the evil mother was set to work.
A dodgy teddy was born. The 7 year old was pleased.
[And the evil mother - who has been known to procrastinate on the odd occasion - avoided work again. Oops.]