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Introducing Rocky the Pre-School Playgroup Bear

Grrrrr-eetings!


May I introduce myself to you all. My name is Rocky and I am St Oswald's Pre-School Playgroup Bear. When I accompanied Master Faris home yesterday, he told me I would need to do some blogging. I thought he said "logging" which, being a Brown Bear With Canadian Roots, I was perfectly happy with. I didn't realise I would be expected to get my paws on an I-Pad. You might have thought I would be in my element as, like bears everywhere, I pad. It's what bears do, don't you know? We pad.


Let me fill you in on a little background. Every day, at Pre-School Playgroup, Our Leader looks around at all the children and decides which one will have the doubtful pleasure of taking me home until the next morning. I say "doubtful" pleasure advisedly because, to be honest, I'm stuffed. I'm good for cuddling but not so good for, say, climbing trees, playing in the sand-pit, modelling with Play Doh, or any of the other activities in which my Daily Owners expect me to participate. This wouldn't be quite so important were it not for the fact that part of the bargain is that my hosts have to recount my "adventures" in my diary before returning me to Playgroup. The more adventurous, the better.


Faris's Nanni says that at least, being already stuffed, I won't suffer from Inappropriate Feeding, which could lead to anything from constipation to death by dolly-mixtures. She is remembering, she says, the days when the Middle of her Darling Daughters - who, rather confusingly, just happens to be Faris's mother - brought the Class Hamster home from school when she (Faris's mother, that is, not the hamster) was only a couple of years older than Faris is now. She spent the whole weekend composing extravagantly improbable excuses, should she have to return to school with an empty cage.


It is quite exciting, waiting to see which child I will be going home with. I couldn't believe my luck when Our Leader handed me over to Master Faris who is probably one of the more interesting children at Pre-School Playgroup on account of holding Plenty of Opinions. But I dare say you know that from following his contributions to the Daily Blog. Our Leader says he is one who follows his own agenda which is fine by me, being as I don't have an agenda of my own. Whatever an agenda is.


When we arrived at Faris's home I was introduced to his sisters. This was a bit of a shock to me as there are two of them, more or less exactly the same size. They look the same, but different, if you know what I mean. Faris tells me they are what's called Twins and on Saturday they will be One Year Old. I wonder how old I am and whether I might have a twin somewhere? I feel quite wistful, just thinking of it. It would be rather wonderful to have someone in your life who was your own Fur and Stuffing.


Well, we packed a lot into the afternoon, Young Faris and I. I was quite worn out by bedtime, I can tell you. I sat on his table while he ate both lunch and tea. I didn't partake myself being, well, I don't need to repeat myself, do I? We scooted around the living room, cleaned the teeth of Faris's favourite toys and practised our Numbers on the I-Pad. Which was when Faris decided we should Skype his Nanni. When we first tried, she wasn't On Line. I thought this might be a major problem, especially if Nanni had fallen off the line, though what she was doing on a line in the first place at her Great Age is quite beyond me. Anyway Faris's mother telephoned Nanni to tell her to climb back on the line, double quick, because she wanted to read out the poem she had written about my afternoon with Faris.


Yes, indeed, I have had a poem written about me. I am pretty well up there with all the Famous Bears, like Winnie the Pooh and Paddington and Pudsey. It's recorded there in my personal diary for everyone to see.


Isn't life grrrrr-and?

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26.10 | 14:21

Mmm, was it because there were '24 men kicking a ball' that it didn't end entirely satisfactorily???

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15.10 | 11:13

I don't remember seeing this first time round.... but thank you for sharing with me. You write beautifully, and brought a tear to my eyes. Lots of love xx

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10.10 | 21:37

Jaqui I think your grandchildren are very lucky. You have spurred me on to write a letter to Amelia who like Hazel is away from home for the first time. 💕

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03.07 | 22:43

Wouldn't have missed it for the world. xx

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