Dear fellow Baffled Ones,
There may have been no ME, once. Imagine! No Mawson at all, fancy that!
Then, one day I found myself sort of There. Yes, There I Was!
I was sitting .. hmmm. Somewhere. .. hmm .. Where was it now? Oh yes, In a shop, that’s where. A shop like this one. Oh my goodness, this is the very place!
I heard a cry well up. It came from .. from … ME. From deep down in my stuffing.
“Take me Home”, cried that cry, “Take me Home”.
And some one heard. And did.
And I was Home. I have had a home ever since.
When I was quite sure that I DID have a Home, I Went Out. Out and About, I went. Exploring and seeing Life.
So began my splendid career as a Bear About Town.
I was much sought after.
I was Best Bear at weddings. I was a favourite dancing partner. (The trick is to let the ladies hold you tight, and they do all the steps for you.) I went along on picnics. There were parties too- Oh my goodness. I patronised restaurants and had my own chauffeurs. The best of everything. Oh, they were grand days.
I dashed about admiring the wide, bright world. I was a lucky bear, oh yes, I was.
Sadly, fellow baffled ones, there was a price to pay. I did get rather dishevelled and scruffy during my Outings. This led to a most distressing episode with a Washing Machine Monster. Fortunately, I escaped the terrible thing still as one handsome bear. But I never want to go around and around like that again! After that, this bear considered it wise, very wise, to stay Indoors among cushions. I became A Bear About Cushions. I highly recommend this career.
“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.