‘Do not touch the small bears!’. Char-lee the small Maltese terrier could still hear the Mother’s voice as she wandered past the new shelves where the little teddies
were now positioned in neat rows. “I know you are a good girl and we trust you not to play with them. They are not toys like you have in your bed.’
She realized on curious investigation, all the bears on the lowest shelf were level with her face.
She remembered Santa Bear. She
had seen him standing on a pedistal beside a Christmas Tree the family had put coloured lights and gifts around. This was during a celebration they had shared called Christmas. Santa Bear had been a part of some sort of ‘Birthday’
Charlee had been sternly told not to touch anything.
Her most graphic memory was of one morning-.( An adult said it was Christmas Day,) being cuddled and loved then given a parcel from under that tree and told it was for her.
She was allowed to rip off the paper and found special treats and a blue ball which made noises when she touched it. It frightened her!
She began to shake. She remembered hearing a voice above her say ‘It’s only a ball. Dog. You’re the boss!’
She was certain it was the small Santa Bear who had spoken to her.
She hit the blue ball and sent it flying down
the corridor. It mumbled and made squeaking sounds but connected with the end wall quite hard and was silenced. It never made noises again.
She looked up to thank Santa Bear, but he appeared to be busy untangling tinsel caught on a small tree angel’s wings.
NOW, it was probably a couple of weeks later. The house was no longer decorated and the tree in the corner but a memory.
a hot afternoon when the house was still, the little dog was alone. Curiosity propelled her to check out the resident teddies on the lowest shelf.
She was surprised to see Santa Bear especially when he bowed politely and winked at her. The pom pom on his hat bobbed up and down. Charlee reached out and patted his arm. He patted hers,
She was alarmed. She did not know the little bears were magic. She
He desired to comfort her so jumped off the
shelf and stood beside her. He forgot the Rule of Bear safety NEVER leave the shelves in daylight.
They were standing in companionable silence when a deep angry growly voice shouted from the depths of the armchair, “Go back where
you belong young red suited teddy and you little dog ‘GO AWAY!’.
Uncle Joseph was furious.
He had been woken up!
fled to her safest storm shelter bed and Santa hastily swung his toy bag in front of him and climbed back to his alphabetical position between Sam the Schoolboy and Scott the Skier.
Scott was caring. ‘Not your fault young un. Both you and the little dog were being kind, I hope you can meet safely and properly one day.'
Sue Care-Bear overhears the conversation. She decides
to tell Old Ted .