WARNING: This blog is ritten in Bear English, wich is phonetic. An that is mor than yu can say abowt the werd "phonetic".

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Speshol Mishons

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10 - got mummy when she was washing up
  • Day Score: 7.2136/10


I was having a chat wiv Grayum der other day, he's quite an old Bear, yu no. An he was tellin me about how upset peepol get wen dey think dey hav lost dere Bears.

I agreed; mummy sumtimes reeds out the "lost"colum in the noospaper an sez "Ahhhh....". Mostly its full ov cats hoo hav nipped up the road fer a bigger dinner, but sumtimes it has Bears, too. Understandably it is very stressful wen yor Bear goze "missing".

So I thort I wud tell yu about wen we go "missing", then nex time it happens yu mite not be so worreed. (Yu'll still be upset, obviously, I meen hoo wudent. Life wivout a Bear must be a terribol trial fer yu Not-A-bears.)

So, take larst year, fer instance. Daddy was going out to buy sum cream fer Mummy to use in the dinner. I had to nip out, too, so I hitched a lift in daddy's pokket, then jumped down an ran off kwikly wen we got round the corner.

Apparently this mayde them verry upset and they spent hours looking fer me and put up "Lost" posters. Here's wun:

(what do dey mean, "owner"? - "Adoptid parent" wud be mor respectful, thank you)

It terned out that they wer ASHAYMED ov living wiv a small bear an put "YOUNG" owner on der poster an pertendid to hav a small boy hoo owned sed Bear! They then went door to door pertendin thus, till they came to the house where I was just finishing a very important mishon...

"Have yu seen dis bear?" Daddy asked, handing a copy ov the poster to a rather large man in a Chelsea futbol shirt (theyer scum, they are),

"Yes, we found him!" the man replyed, an came an got me.

He took me to Daddy at the door and Daddy sed, "BOB!!! What are yu doing in THERE?" at wich poynt the man handed me over rarther kwikly an shut the door.

Well wen we got home it was like the fatted carf all over agen. Well, lots ov choklit peanuts all round, enyway. But yu see, there was no need, really, because wen yu think yor Bear is lost he is probly just out on a Speshol Mishon.

(I carnt giv yu the detayls ov the mishon, obviously, or I wud haff to kill yu.)

Bye fer now!


Anonymous said...

Thank you for explaining where bears go when they are 'lost'. I will remember to tell my little ones this if they lose any more of their cuddlies. It is very traumatic when one a favourite bear jumps out of the push-chair and runs off, though, Bob. I think there should be a rule that you don't do special missions when your human is very small, at least not till they're grown up, as it is too upsetting.
I am very glad your mumy and daddy got you back. How long would you have stayed there, otherwise? (Not wishing to pry into the nature of your mission, obviously).

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Hullo Margaret,
dit is always gud to hav comments on my blogs! Thank yu! I hav answered yors in a new blog...
Bye fer now!