Grayum heer!

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!


Well, that yung Bob is down in London rite now, so I thort I'd nip in heer wile thare's sum peece an kwyert!

I wassent serprized to see that that yung wippersnapper haddent updaytid his blog, or thankt yu for yor messidges- frankly, yung Bears today don't hav a grayte deel ov manners, not like in my day.

He rang me from a hotel to arsk if I cud get his Mummy to record a program on BBC2 at 8 o' clok. It's all abowt a famly ov blak Bears, yu see. Ownly I hope it's not a sad program, like wen they go shootin them. That jus issent fair. How is a Bear ment to hold a gun? Weev got big paws, yu kno. It was hard enuff lernin to hold the cholk, wen I waz a teetcher.

Teecherin waz harder in my day wen yu had to ware a hat an rite wiv cholk. Cholk is wun bad muther for gettin owt ov yor ferr. An if yu forget it's thare an lik yorself, it taystes like yor likkin the flor. An if yu need to kno how I kno that, yoov never dropt all yor choklit moosse on the flor.

Dorothy did mayke it to London wiv Arnty Anna an her clan, an so they all went to the Syence Mewseum together. Bob sez he got sum fotoes but I think they will be mostly ov Dorothy. Yung luv, eh? Teehee.....

See yu arownd!

Grayum Bear (BSC)