My Red Bear

My Red Bear desperately wanted a sword to cuddle. It is a weird and wonderful thing to do, to my children, but not to the Bear, who feels that it was in fact, out of this world. Who would have thought, a sword is the item to select.

My Red Bear desperately searched for a bottle of coke that they would sometimes worship. One might find this to be a fairly odd thing to do, to my children, but not to the Bear, who had decided that this idea is wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of coke being the item selected.

My Red Bear wanted a bat that they would insert somewhere. It would have been a fairly exciting suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Bear, who feels that the idea was sublime. A bat is the thing to select.

My Red Bear wanted a spade to worship. One might find this to be an exciting suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Bear, who assumed it was miraculous. A spade being the chosen item.

My Red Bear searched for a bag of flour to drop. One might consider this to be a fairly weird undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Bear, who thought that the idea was awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of flour being the thing selected.

My Red Bear often carried a condom that they sometimes insert somewhere. It was considered to be a surprising exercise, to my mum, but not to the Bear, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was fun. Bizarrely, a condom being the item selected.