There’s a hole in our bucket

Bucket in poolThere’s a hole in our bucket said the teddies, the teddies
There’s a hole in our bucket, said the teddies a hole

We’re sinking said Hephie, said Hephie
We’re sinking said Hephie and we’re all getting wet

My fur will get soggy said Dwight, said Dwight
Oh dear! said Dwight, I’ll look all a mess

Drowning Bobby and CcinoI can’t swim, please save me squealed Ccino, squealed Ccino
I can’t swim squealed Ccino and I’m too young to drown

It’s time for elevenses said Bobby, said Bobby
It’s time for elevenses said Bobby, let’s eat

So help them dear cried GG*, cried GG
Save them cried GG, pushing GB* in the pool

* Grot girl and grot boy

©, 2015


Sun dried teddies

Grubs_Ccino_SbyseaWhen even grot boy started to notice that the bears were smelly, I knew we couldn’t put off giving them their annual bath any longer. I had been calling them “my little grubs” for over a month, but we realised that there are only so many baths and spins in the washer that a bear can bare in his life.

Dwight was delighted. “It’s undignified being smelly and dirty. After my bath I want to go to the hairdresser and have my fur all fluffed up. Then I think I should dress up and go out somewhere special so everyone can admire me,” she informed us.

While Ccino didn’t mind being stinky, he also loved the bath. “It’s awesome in the spinner,” he told us. “It’s just like the mosh pit at a rock concert.”

cloths line-bearsIt was a great day for drying – hot and sunny – so we hung the bears on the clothesline and went inside for lunch. We could hear them talking  and thought they were playing their favourite game “I spy” but gradually their voices grew louder. They didn’t sound happy and I became concerned the neighbours would be upset by the noise, or think we were mistreating the teddies. So grot boy went outside to find out what was going on.

“It’s too hot,” complained Dwight. “I don’t want to get sun burnt.”

“I don’t mind the heat, “ Hephie said “It’s like being in DDA (deepest darkest Africa) but Ccino said the birds in the trees would poo on us.”

“I think I’m melting in the sun,“ Bobby added, and since he’s a chocolate eating honey bear grot boy agreed he might be right.

drying rack-bears“I know, we’ll give you sunglasses to wear, that way it won’t seem quite so bright and hot,” I suggested as I joined them all at the clothesline.

Before they could decide whether this was a satisfactory solution I had found four sets of sunglasses and grot boy and I quickly retreated inside, away from the blasting sun.

For a while we could hear the teddies talking about how cool they were in their glasses. “People will think I’m a famous movie star,” we heard Dwight tell the others. “No-one will recognise me, I’m sure,” added Hephie while Bobby asked, “Can you see me? I don’t seem to be able to see anything.”

After a short time the grumbling about the heat started again but by then they were dry and bath time was over for another year.

©, 2014