Bear has been a little bit subdued for the last few days. It is on account of his being grounded and he has been thinking about the problems of going willy-nilly about the town without permission.
I went into his room to see how he was this morning because he hadn’t come out for toast and honey or toast and vegemite.
“Are you alright Bear?” I asked. He was sitting looking out his window where he keeps his own small collection of ‘toy’ animals. It is his ‘comfortable’ place.
“Umhh.” was all he said. He didn’t turn around but just sat there.
“Is everything fine. You seem a bit worried.”
“No thank you, John. I’m just thinking about something.”
I left him alone but later when I went back he was still there.
“Tell me about it Bear. Tell me what’s worrying you.”
“John, what is a poisoner?”
“A poisoner is someone who poisons something.”
“So when you told me not to eat the rhubarb leaves you were being a Not-poisoner!”
“Yes, I suppose,” I said. “What’s all this about, Bear?”
“You remember when I went down to the train before I knew it could be a bad thing and a lady took me in her baby’s pram?”
“Yes. What’s that got to do with it?”
“Well she said she was going to the Poisoners Morial.”
“Bear. You remembered two words and you didn’t get either of them right and that has made you think about bad things.”
“She said she had an uncle who was a poisoner and she was going to put a flower on his Morial. If poisoners are bad why would you want to put a flower on a Morial.”
“First of all the word is ‘memorial’ and it means something to make us remember things.”
“So she wanted to remember her uncle who was a poisoner. That doesn’t seem to be a good idea.”
“I don’t think she would have said he was a ‘poisoner’. He would have been a ‘prisoner’. A prisoner is a person who is locked up….”
“Like when you locked me up for not being bad,” said Bear.
I didn’t know how to explain. It was so complicated.
“Do you want to go for a ride, Bear?”
“Yes, John. That would be good. Can Duck come too and then when we get back we can have biscuits and you can go on explaining about poisoners and morials.”
Duck arrived soon after that and we went for a drive. We stopped and I said they could get out and we went for a walk.
I wanted Bear to look for himself and I sat him up on my camera stand but the wind was very blowy and a lovely lady walking by said, “I’ll hold him while you take the photo,” and I did and she smiled and went on her way.
I showed Bear the words he had got wrong and he started to understand.
Then I told him that a friend wanted me to find a name of an uncle who had been a prisoner so we walked down the long black memorial until we found the name.
And I had to find it because Bear doesn’t know his alphabet and neither does Duck.
Bear told me to get a flower from the garden behind the memorial because the lady who took him before said you have to have a flower.
That’s how it looks close up.
That’s how it looks from one of the gardens and if you look very hard you can see the flower and now you know how big it is.
Then we had more of a look around and Bear asked me why one of the big stones was fallen over and broken.
So we went closer and had a better look.
I explained that a prison is like a big cage and Duck said she had lived in a cage when she was young but one day it got broken and she escaped and that is why she lives down near the swamp.
“But if that’s supposed to be like a cage why has one of them falled over?” Bear wanted to know.
“It means that if our friends are in prison we will try as hard as we can to rescue them,” I said. It was a bit too soon to try and tell Bear and Duck about the reasons why there were so many prisoners. I might need to wait a while. At the moment he is a bit overcome by the huge number of names he can see.
We then went for a long walk to the gardens and Bear and Duck stopped and looked back and it was huge.