Audrey has tied one end of the rope to her doorknob. Tutor is holding the other end, and twirling the rope, as Audrey skips and chants to the slap of the rope on the stone floor. Teddy bear, teddy bear, Turn around. Teddy bear, teddy bear, Touch the ground. Teddy bear, teddy bear, Show your shoe. Teddy bear, teddy bear, That will do. Teddy bear, teddy bear, Go upstairs. Teddy bear, teddy bear, Say your prayers. Teddy bear, teddy bear, Turn out the light. Teddy bear, teddy bear.... Who taught her the song? Not Tutor, he recognizes it somehow from ages past, but never taught her. Maybe Cook's daughter? From my own perspective as a Wise Man and Gift Counselor, who achieved lifelong poverty without having to take the vow first, and chastity, too, unfortunately, I wonder what is the business model for that song and my work? The things we do for love, maybe that is the answer. Wealth Bondage: The Things We Do for Love. Maybe I should get a philanthropic planning job in a Private Bank. But at my age prostitution is a pro bono activity, too. Maybe like Tutor I can become a babysitter and moral mentor to some rich kid. His rap sheet is longer than mine.