The smoll boy cummeth

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: restin
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10! Wa-heyyyy!/10
• Day Score: 7.395/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

They wer bizzy yestaday. Cleanin. Yu kno it's serious wen Daddy joynes in: either weer moovin howse or weer gettin a visitor.

So I got the Bears together to compair Overhearings. Shor enuff, Grayum had overherd a fone call on his way bak from his 9th trip out to the rosemary bushes (Note To Self: put the pears out of Grayum's reech wen they ar a bit over-ripe).

It terns out that Arnty Anna is comin to stay, tomorrow, an bringin Littol Kevin wiv her. Littol Kevin is 6. He is wun of the nephews that yewsually moov in herds. They liv in Ireland. He issent wun of the posse that kidnappt me, but eevn so, I think we Bears shud be careful.

We discusst maybe kidnappin HIM, but thort betta ov it, just in cayse Arnty Anna dident want him bak. An I don't kno how menny choklit peanuts a 6 yeer old boy eets, but it cud be eevn mor than Mummy. It just issent werth the risk.

Weer all on full alert now. Sum Bears hav taken to practicing their Syncronized Sitting, on a hi shelf. The Window-Sill Bears havent eevn arskt fer speshol get-down priviledges. An Grayum is lookin fer sumware to be camoflarged.

In cayse yu think weer over-reactin, this mornin I spotted an enormuss choklit cake. Now, as yummy as choklit cake is to Bears, choklit cayke an 6 yeer old boys don't mix. An neither do Bears an baths. Yu get?

Bye fer now!