Keep Britain Tidy!

Bobby was a beautiful brown teddy bear… with big brown eyes that glistened like thick dark molasses. A neat little nose that peeked from beneath the fluffy face fur that partially covered it, simply begged for kind fingers to spread the fur back to smooth over his treacle coloured nose until it shone as bright and happy as his eyes.

The hardness of his button nose contrasted with his squishy soft body, two shades of brown sewn together in perfect harmony. The rich dark shade of his back and limbs only served to bring attention to his toffee rounded tummy, which stood proud and appealing to the touch of a loving caress. The tactile appeal of his paunch belly was only surpassed by the temptation offered by his perfectly formed and folded ears, which curled into a shallow hollow… finger sized, just right for nestling.

The whole bear smiled with a warmth and fondness which rendered his up turned woollen mouth unnecessary. The expression on his friendly face was one of serenity that brought joy and calm to those who dared steal a hug. This was Bobby’s role in life, his single purpose - joy giver.

But everyone knows that all teddy bears must go down to the woods for the teddy bears picnic. So Bobby waited until the house where he lived had gone quiet and everyone who loved him had fallen into a peaceful slumber before making his way carefully down to the kitchen. And with a wink to basil the dog, Bobby slipped out through the cat flap and into the cool morning air.

Walking through the dew as the sun began to kiss the remains of the night time sky made Bobby feel like the happiest bear in the world. The chilly night air gave way and allowed the heat of the growing light to envelope Bobby as he continued on his big adventure.

The lightness of the day and the increasing sunshine lifted Bobby’s spirits making his little bear heart feel like it was going to burst in his chest. Full of delight and excitement at having reached the field which bordered the wood, Bobby started to skip… and unable to contain his joy Bobby broke out into a bounding sprint. Leaping high, high, high up into the air above the swaying grass seeds. He was so close now that Bobby could hear the merrymaking of his friends and as his kindly little eyes darted to somewhere beyond the trees and nodding bluebells in hope of catching a first glimpse of his friends, Bobby felt his legs give up the furious race to keep pace with his enthusiasm and he tumbled… His tiny soft body slipped down into the long lush summer grass, and landed on a broken bottle which cut his head clean off. Poor Bobby.