"I used to have many stuffed animals when I was little, including a cool teddy bear with swivel-able arms and legs. One day I was playing with my bear, pretending to cook him in the oven. (Don’t ask.) I forgot him in there; my mother started cooking dinner, and a horrible smell soon permeated the house. Needless to say, she had really cooked my bear! The food was ruined, and of course so was the bear. I cried and cried... But I look back now and laugh at the whole thing. She cooked my bear! He didn’t have a name, but perhaps he is known, in teddy bear heaven, as Burnard."
- keendreams, 32, M, Santa Monica
Now isn't that just about the sweetest thing to write to reel ya in? Gotta love it. :)
Sad and absolutely adorable at the same time! He's a keeper. Did you reach out to him? Kiah
ReplyDeleteAwww lol such a cute story.
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@FROM THE "REZ" TO THE "CITY" No, Kiah. I didn't. I should have. If I come across his profile again, I will definitely say hello and tell him that story was way too cute. :)
ReplyDeleteawwwww so cute!
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