All My Bear Stories

2022 Three – Safe at Home

Abigail watched Grigs bouncing up and down on the seat by the window.  Tail flying, he sailed up towards the ceiling and back down again onto the yellow cushions. It was making her feel a bit dizzy. ‘Grigs’ said Patrick, padding into the room.  ‘Stop it someone might see you!’ Ignoring him the tiger bounced…

2022 Two – New Bear Resolutions

Stretching her paws up into the air Abigail yawned.  Pushing her blanket aside she swung her paws over the edge of the bed and slid down onto the floor.  Picking up her brush she smoothed down her fur.  Her tummy made a rumbling sound, time for breakfast.  Padding out of her room and down the…

2022 One – A Very Beary New Year

Abigail rolled her gold marbles down the hall. They made a lovely rattling noise on the tiles. ‘Keep the noise down, I’m trying to watch tv,’ shouted Preston. Gathering the marbles together, Abigail rolled them even harder, this time against the wall.  Putting her paw over her mouth she giggled. Grigs looked around the door…

Forty One – A Wonderful Christmas

Abigail lay on her back and sighed happily.  She really couldn’t eat any more cake, Christmas was wonderful. Rolling her new gold sparkly marbles under her paw, she stretched out on the cushions. ‘Ow,’ said Preston, ‘you kicked me.’ ‘You were in the way,’ said Abigail rolling over, ‘stupid place to lay.’ ‘Everything’s back to…

Forty – The Prefect Bear Present

Abigail sat by the Christmas tree.  The lights twinkled through the branches and she patted one of the glittery red baubles gently with her paw.  They’d hung a lot of chocolate decorations on the tree too, but most of them had disappeared.  Abigail picked up another empty foil wrapper from the floor and scrunched it…

Thirty Nine – Tinsel and Trees

Abigail sat by the window looking out into the street.  There was no sign of Preston coming back.  Not that she cared anyway.  Sighing heavily, she swung her paws too and fro.  What was that? Was that tree… moving?  ‘Patrick,’ she called, ‘there’s a… a tree coming down the road.’  Clambering up onto the chair,…

Thirty Eight – ‘Bears’ … by Abigail

Abigail was eating her toast, it was very crunchy, perhaps she’d burnt it a little. Brushing at her whiskers, she sneezed.  Crumbs were annoying things, they got all through your fur. There was a soft thud in the hall. That must be the post. Climbing down she padded out of the kitchen. There was a…

Thirty Seven – A Long Day

The house felt very quiet.  Climbing up onto the kitchen counter, Abigail pulled open the cupboard door.  There was a neat line of sardine tins on the shelf and pulling one forward she looked at it and sighed.  Sardines were one of Patrick and Preston’s favourites.  She wondered what Preston was doing?  She hoped his…

Thirty Six – A Holiday Bear

It was nice to be back home.  Even though they still didn’t have much furniture, it felt warm and safe. Abigail had washed and brushed her fur and it wasn’t frizzy any more.  Patrick and Preston sat together on the kitchen table in front of the laptop. Abigail peered over their shoulders. ‘Have you got…

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