All My Bear Stories

Twenty Seven – Time For a Bed?

It was lovely living in their very own home, but it did feel a bit empty. Abigail didn’t mind sleeping on a pile of cushions as it was warm and cosy under her blanket but she did miss her bed.  They’d found a chair in the garden shed and pulled it out onto the path, but…

Twenty Six – A Waste of a Cake

Abigail was very tired.  It took a very long time to paint a house when you only had small paws.  At least she could paint a bit faster than the two polars and the brush tied to the tiger’s tail helped a lot.  Finally, it was finished.  Her room looked beautiful, she didn’t care what Preston said, bright colours…

Twenty Five – Painting By Tiger

Abigail was very excited. The paint had finally arrived! Her room was going to be pink and green. With a blue ceiling. And stars.  She felt that the stars were very important. They would be painted above her so she could see them when she went to bed, just like the ones you saw at…

Twenty Four – How to Choose..

Abigail opened her eyes and yawned.  A pile of cushions was not as comfortable as a bed.  But it felt warm and safe.  With a smile she remembered that it was their very own home and she sighed happily. Curled up beside her, snoring quietly was the tiger.  His tail was wound around one of…

Twenty Three – Warm and Safe

Abigail peered around the corner of the shed.  A small white paw quickly reached out and pulled her back. ‘Careful! They’ll see you.’ Abigail glared at the polar.  ‘Won’t. I was being very careful.’ ‘They’ll be gone soon Abigail,’ said Preston, looking up from his book.  He was sitting on the top of a square…

Twenty Two – Out All Night

Abigail wasn’t a happy bear.  In fact she was a very unhappy bear.  She didn’t like the rain.  Or the dark.  Or being outside and hiding behind the shed. She wanted to be inside in her bed.  With a cake.  They sat on a plastic blanket, an umbrella above them against the side of the…

Twenty One – Time to Hide

Abigail padded around her bedroom.  She looked out of the window.  Then she sat on the bed.  Kicking her paws against the wooden legs she sighed.  Now that the house really belonged to them, she couldn’t wait until it was empty.  Looking up at the ceiling she imagined it painted blue.  She wrinkled her nose. …

Twenty – A Dream Comes True

Abigail was very excited.  She couldn’t sit still.  There seemed to be so much to do.  Patrick and Preston spent most of the day typing things into the laptop.  And arguing.  Or pushing each other out of the way and trying to type even more things into the screen.  Abigail stayed out of the way…

Nineteen – A New Bear Home?

Abigail hummed happily to herself.  Rolling her blue marbles along the edge of the chair she picked one up in her paw.  It felt cool and smooth, but when she held it up in the air it was so shiny. She waved it too and fro in the sunlight watching it sparkle.  Glancing down into the street…

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