- Gills: restin
- Simpsons: yes
- Tesco: no
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: too trormatized /10
- Day Score: shut up! /10
It thunderd. In cayse yu dident get the troo significants of that, let me say it agen.
We Bears don't like thunder. Weev ownly got smoll eers. (Rownd wuns.)
Yewsually I get throo it by burrowin under the duvay wiv my Emergensy Hug Pants till it's safe to come out. But I desydid it was time we Bears had a properly allocaytid Playce To Go Wen It Thunders. So I eermarkt the airing cubbod. That duzzent meen I drew eers on it. Wat I DID do was cleerly mark it out fer other Bears:
In de Olden days, durin the war, they wud hav had speshol shelters fer wen the baddies dropt boms.
They wud hav markt them cleerly, like this.
By happy co-insidants, this is also a playse assoshyaytid wiv menny PANTS. So we wer abol to settol in nicely:
Inside the Thunder Shelter, wher menny Bears fownd pants to hold on to wyle the older types sang songs abowt bein brayve...
Shor enuff, by 10am, it thunderd. We all did brayve. (Bears do brayve.) (I may hav menshond this befor sumwhere.)
Mummy poppt her hed rownd the door at half parst to say it was all over sum time ago, but arfter a meetin on the matter, we desydid it wud be best to stay in there for the rest of the day, jus to be on the safe side. I meen, there's nowher sayfer than a cubbod full of pants, is ther?
Enyway. Pleez enshor that YOR Bears hav a designaytid Playce To Go Wen It Thunders reddy fer next time.
Pant donayshuns always welcom.
Bye fer now!