CreepyPasta-horror译：大嘴巴先生(7)

"You look kind of like a Furby," I said as he flipped through one of my books. 

Mr. Widemouth stopped and gave me a puzzled look. "Furby? What's a Furby?" he asked. 
I shrugged. "You know… the toy. The little robot with the big ears. You can pet and feed them, almost like a real pet." 
"Oh." Mr. Widemouth resumed his activity. "You don't need one of those. They aren't the same as having a real friend." 
I remember Mr. Widemouth disappearing every time my mother stopped by to check in on me. "I lay under your bed," he later explained. "I don't want your parents to see me because I'm afraid they won't let us play anymore."