Bear’s family.

“John!” said Bear crawling up and sitting in front of the television set.

“I am watching the news Bear. Can it wait?”

“No John. It is important. You can watch the news later.”


I switched off.

“Well Bear. What is so important?”

“Duck told me that she has a mother duck and there are other ducks where she lives.”

“Yes. So what do you want to know?”

“What is a mother duck? That’s what I want to know.”

“Bear! It is very complicated and I don’t know exactly where to begin.”

“Just start talking like you usually do and I’ll wait until you say something I understand.”

So I started and I told Bear how the mother duck lays a lot of eggs and ….”

Bear interrupted. “I know all that. Duck told me. What I want to know is do I have a mother bear?”

“Yes you do, Bear,” I said. “And she is very lovely.”

“Duck’s mother looks exactly the same as Duck. Do I look exactly the same as a mother bear?”

“You are the same shape but she is a different colour.”

“When will she come and visit? I want to see her.”

“I think she is too old to be visiting but I will see if I can get a photograph of her.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes Bear. It is a promise. But go to bed now and maybe by tomorrow I will get you a photo.”

“That’s alright, John. I don’t mind if you do it now. I’ll just sit here and wait.”

So I rang up the family where Bear’s mother lives and asked them to send me a photo. And here it is.


“But there is three. Who are all those bears?”

“Well sit very still and I will tell you. The big bear is your mother and ….”

“She looks lovely. What is her name?”

“Everybody just calls her Mother Bear.”

“The bear with the red ribbon around her neck is your big sister and you won’t believe me when I tell you who the little brown one is.”

“I know, I know. Is that my baby brother?” Bear asked excitedly.

“No Bear. That is a picture of you when you were a baby bear.”

“Can you print ne a copy so I can keep it?”

“Of course I will Bear.”

I turned on the printer and printed a copy for him.

He took the photo carefully in his hands.

“I feel like having a bit of a rest for a while,” said Bear and went to his room.

I peaked in later and saw what Bear was doing.


He was just sitting and looking and I wondered what was going on in his head. I left him on his own. Sometimes bears just need to be by themselves.

I had a thought all by myself. Maybe I should organise to take Bear for a drive to see his mother and his big sister.



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