Dear fellow Baffled Ones,
There may have been no ME, once.
No Mawson at all, fancy that!
Then, one day I found myself sort of There. Yes, There I Was!
I was sitting .. hmm .. Where was it now? In a shop, that’s where.
I heard a cry well up from deep down in my stuffing.
“Take me Home”, cried that cry, “Take me Home”.
And some one heard. And did.
When I was quite sure I had a home, I Went Out.
So began my splendid career as a Bear About Town.
I was much sought after.
Best Bear at weddings, dancing partner, picnics, parties, restaurants, chauffeurs .. the best of everything. Oh, they were grand days.
I dashed about admiring the wide, bright world.
I was a lucky bear and got to doze at nice places.
Sadly, fellow baffled ones, there seems to always be that word, “but”.
There was a price to pay. It was (gulp) the Distressing Episode of the Washing Machine. One day, shudder, I will talk about that.
You are in the web den of Mawson Bear, Ponderer of Baffling Things (between naps). and Writer-Bear of It’s A Bright World To Feel Lost In .
“Just pure magic. A bear’s love is never far away and can be shared and passed on through generations.” Susan Hampson, of Books From Dawn To Dusk.