Dusty 'bear was black and orange; Two very different colors. But they looked SO nice together, every Woolly dressed the same. That made it kind of hard to tell one Woolly from another, Which is why each Woolly 'pillar, just like Dusty, Had a name. And that's exactly what he heard as he awoke in foggy sunrise, The lazy rays spilling from his window, to his bed. "Oh, Dusty 'bear!", his mama called, "Reunion Day is here! Don't dawdle (*HIC!*), or we'll be late, You silly sleepyhead!" Now, Dusty always thought that Mama woke up with the birds, 'Cause she was always up by the time that Dusty rose. But this time, she was up with something else again! An AWFUL case of HIcCuPs! rattled Mama to her toes! She hIcCuPpEd when she woke him, She hIcCuPpEd when she walked. She even hIcCuPpEd loudly when Dusty tried to talk! She gasped, "I'm sorry, darling, I don't mean to cut you off! But this started with petunias! Then with sneezes, then a cough." She talked as she made breakfast. He thought about the trip. It would take them all day long, he figured, Just to get them there. He worried that the trip would be too hard on his dear Mama, So far over to the Island, And the Clan of Woollybear. But when he told her this, she said, "HiC!", And down she sat! She hIcCuPpEd twelve more times when he suggested she stay back. But her hIcCuPs wouldn't stop when he asked if he could go To the Woollybear Reunion in Knott's Island all alone. "It's not so far...I'm pretty big..." She sat his plate before him. "I'll be a MOTH this year...", he said. She cut his clover for him. So, he just sighed, and munched the leaves, Saying nothing more. While Mama (HiC!) did dishes, and... (HiC!) ...Swept the treehouse floor."