Rosemary Potatoes was in a bad mood. She got that way sometimes. When she didn't get her way, she would pout. And when she was in a really bad mood, she would throw things.

Rosemary's stuffed bears didn't like it, when she was like this. They didn't like being treated roughly or thrown about.

"That's how stitches get ripped," Billie, the tough-talking blue bear, announced.

"I don't know," said Bruce, the tiny koala. "It sounds like fun."

"Bears aren't supposed to fly," Brutus, the little polar bear, reminded his friend. "We don't have wings."

Rosemary picked up a pillow and threw it across her bedroom.

"That's how it starts," Billie sid. "We could ne next."

"Me first!" Bruce called out. "Me first!"

"Quiet, Bruce," Brutus said. "Don't give her any ideas."

Rosemary began to stomp around the room, muttering to herself. None of the bears could make out what she was saying or why she was in a bad mood. She just was.

She walked over to the pillow she had just tossed. She picked it up and threw it back on the bed. And she growled while she threw it.

"I wonder what made her so angry?" Brutus asked out loud.

"I don't know," Billie answered. "But she sure is angry."

Rosemary crossed over to the shelf where she kept her stuffed animals. Billie and Brutus cringed. Bruce looked hopeful.

During this whole time, Brenda, the brown bear, sat quietly, watching her friend stomp and throw things. Brenda had been with Rosemary the longest, and she knew her friend as well as anyone.

When Rosemary got to the shelf, she grabbed Brenda by both front paws and raised her up in the air.

Brenda didn't say a word. She didn't put up a fight. She just looked Rosemary in the eye and let her friend know, no matter why she was angry, Brenda cared. She loved Rosemary, just because the little girl was her friend.

That's what Rosemary needed. She stopped pouting right away and gave Brenda a big bear hug. And Brenda hugged her right back.

"Does that mean we don't get to fly?" Bruce asked.

"Not this time," Billie said with a smile.

 

THE END