Lost in the bush

We’d all had a nice picnic lunch and a rest but grot boy wasn’t quite ready to get back on his bicycle when Ccino asked, “Can we go and play?”

“You’re not to go out of our sight,” I replied.

Getting lost-JBBut just then Ccino saw some mushrooms and, knowing that grot boy loved fresh mushrooms for breakfast, he pounced on the opportunit. “We’ll just go a little way so we can pick lots of mushrooms for grot boy,” he announced as they disappeared into the bush.

When they hadn’t returned after half an hour, I became very worried. And while Mr Grot pretended not to be too concerned, I could tell by the way he marched off in a hurry to search for them that he was just as anxious.

We had only been searching for a few minutes when I heard a soft cry from one of the trees, “Yu hu! Help! We’re over here.” Looking up, we saw Dwight perched in the fork of a tree waving and calling to catch our attention.

Lost in bush_Dwight lookoutAs soon as the other teddies heard us coming there was a great commotion as they all told us at once –

“Thank goodness, you found us.”

“We won’t ever go off into the bush on our own again.”

“It was very, very frightening.”

“There didn’t seem to be anything to eat.”

“Hephie had to stomp on a big snake. I’m sure it was going to bite me.

“Ccino cried.”

“No I didn’t!”

After lots of big, squishy cuddles and a few tears (mine) the teddies calmed down and we found out what had happened.

“I kept seeing new patches of mushrooms, “ Ccino explained “but then we forgot which direction we’d come from. Then Hephie had to save me from a nasty hissing snake.”

Dwight turned out to be the most sensible. “I said one of us should climb a tree and watch out – I knew you would come looking for us eventually,” she told us.

“Hephie tried to climb up one tree but he was too big and the tree fell over. Then Ccino tried but he couldn’t get off the ground because the branches were too high. Bobby just sat there; he doesn’t even now how to climb trees.

“So I had to go up the tree myself – besides, girls are better at climbing trees anyway!”

© teddybearlife.com, 2014


Winter has arrived

Winter has arrived (in Sydney) and we’re finding it more and more difficult to get the teddies out of bed in the morning. During the week, when grot boy and I go off to work, we don’t have time to coax and plead and beg.

So at first we tried the usual bribes – chocolate for Bobby, wine for Ccino and a new outfit for Dwight. When these didn’t work, we tried setting the heater so that the bedroom would be almost hot by the time the bears should be getting up. Even that didn’t work.

Bears hibernating“Remember, bears are hibernating animals,” Teddy reminded us. “We know it’s winter and putting on the heater doesn’t trick us.”

Grot boy – being a boy – had a typical boy solution, which was the least effort option. “Since the teddies don’t have to go to work, why don’t we just let them stay in bed all day?” he asked.

And as I was getting to work later and later each day from spending more and more time getting the teddies up, I gave in. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Just don’t tell anyone or they’ll think we’re negligent,” I succumbed

That night, we discovered that it did matter. I pulled back the sheets ready to jump into bed when I noticed it was littered with toast and chocolate crumbs. Teddies might like to hibernate, but Bobby still likes his food and needs to eat frequently. During the day they’d raided the kitchen, taking their snacks back to bed.

“I can’t face three months of the teddies hibernating and coming home to a bed that looks like a picnic rug after a children’s party,” I told grot boy over dinner. “We have to find another solution.”

Hephie, who was the only one who’d joined us at the table since he doesn’t hibernate became excited, “ I know! I know! We should all go to deepest darkest Africa (DDA) where I come from. DDA is always sunny and warm and the teddies will think it’s summer again.”

And so it was decided.

But first we had to get our immunisations – injections for yellow fever, typhus, and all types of hepatitis, as well as tablets for malaria – for three teddies, one hephalump and two grown ups.

A house call by the doctor was the only solution for the hibernating teddies. Thank goodness we made the doctor come to us! It meant my melodramatic fainting and squeals of pain remained a private, family affair.

© teddybearlife.com, 2014