As everybody knows, you only have to turn your back on a Bear - or go to bed at night - and off it goes wandering. They can get themselves in some very strange places, but the magic of it all is that once you turn around or get out of bed and look at where they were, there they are again. How do they do it?
One night when we went to bed we left a camera running in the lounge. As soon as we started snoring, the bears started to do their thing. Some went off the the Bearodrome to travel the world, but some stayed at home to get up to mischief. This night their pet game was to get up on Daddy's chair and try it out for bounciness. Then they all got together for a hug-in.
They just call me `The Brown Bear.' I'd rather have a proper name. It makes me sad.
My name's Gray-ham bear. He he.
Hamish MacBear
Jaques wearing his reading glasses.
Altogether now. One two three four, JUMP!!
Florrie Bear. (Always a bridesmaid, never the blushing bride.)