THE HOME OF THE MAGIC BEARS.
THE HOUSE ON THE HILL.
In the house on the hill, Mother suddenly exclaimed. ‘One of our bears is dressed like that.’
She darted across the room. ‘There he is!’
Guy found himself the unexpected focus of attention.
‘Be careful, young fella’ Old Ted warned.
Guy was grateful for the warning. His instinct was to greet everyone with a wave and a ‘Hello!’
He remembered he was a teddy bear. He was dressed like a Guardsman, but the secret life of the ‘magic’ bears must be preserved.
However, he could not resist winking at Father who pretended as always, to have not seen anything ‘unusual’.
the next two hours being cuddled, inspected and passed from hand to hand while the military tattoo continued.
Military disciplines and displays, from all over the world, unfolded before
their eyes. It was theatrical drama and very exciting to watch.
Always the shadow of human potential conflict over the world.
The adults found these intrusive thoughts niggled.
A lone piper piped his closing
haunting refrain from the battlement heights of Edinburgh Castle.
It was beautiful, reverent, and as always brought the proceedings to a HOPEFUL conclusion.
‘Time for bed everyone’ Father Dan announced as
Mum Kate collected Guy and replaced him on his shelf place.
She kissed the little bear’s forehead, and surely imaged, a bear paw came up and lightly patted
Philip the Photographer and Alphonse
the Artist shuffled to allow Guy to settle comfortably in his corner position.
The humans gradually drifted off to sleep and the house settled.