Lesley Cox

At noon in the parking lot, a surprised, threadbare teddy bear pirouetted on one foot.  He had just had news that this Sunday coming, was to be the Teddy Bears’ picnic in which every bear that ever there was, would gather at the park for certain, because they would have the time of their lives.

In the past the spread had been fantastic, with honey cakes, jars of honey, mead made from honey and every other delightful tasting substance imaginable.

He was ecstatic as life had been so mundane and depressing this year that he’d really felt like ending it, but had not really known how that act was to be achieved.

But now he could put all those morbid thoughts behind him as he had something wonderful to look forward to – a party, a picnic, a parade!


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