Allow me to introdews meself!

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Bob's still a bit sniffy from the cold that's goin rownd. I dident get it, bein az I am an Older Bear, an havin mor emewnity. So he sed that I cud pop in an do a post fer him on sumthing intrestin. So I thort I wud tell yu a bit abowt me.

I waz born in Lundon, not far from the Tower. My Dad waz a Beefeater Bear. This ment that he waz a Bear of Sertan Clarss, an I hav inheritid the letters BSC arfter my nayme.

Heer's a foto ov him in his yewniform:

We wer very prowd ov him. I dident hav eny brother or sister Bears but I dident get lonely cos there ar always lots ov torrists at the Tower. I don't hav eny pikchers ov my Mum becos she waz the ownly wun hoo knew how to yews the camra.

Wen I left Bear Collidge I becayme a Teacher Bear.

At ferst I tort lots ov subjekts to small Bears, inkloodin reedin:
an art: Wen I retired I thort it wud be nice to go an liv wiv an old man sumware, sumwun hoo had a kwyet howse an a rockin chair. So I arskt a Bear Adopshun Senter if they cud help playse me. They gayve me a chair to sit on in their window, an put a notiss on it to tell peepol that I wantid to go an liv wiv a grand-dad: Bob's Mummy sor me, an adoptid me. She waz goin to tayke me to her Dad's howse. Her Dad is an ex-Navy Grand-dad an haz sevral Bears in Aran Jumpers, so she thort I wud fit in well.


But Bob took me to wun side an warnd me that ther waz a Poodal at Grand-dad's howse hoo chewd Bears' eers.
So I desydid to stay wiv Bob's famly insted.
It issent as kwyet as I thort my new home wud be, but I've mayde sum good frends heer. I thort I waz dun wiv teechin, but I enjoy showin Bears (an Not-A-Bears) how to play "Bear! Not-a-Bear!", an this yeer they eevn got a rockin chair.

All in all I am a happy Bear.