I am a loft imprisoned bear. To get this story to you, I had to ask a carrier pigeon to deliver it to you. In exchange of favour, I am babysitting her eggs. I just hope they don’t hatch under me and the chicks then think I’m their mummy!
My owner out-grew me many years ago, and I was banished from the bedroom to the loft. The loft hatch door is locked from the other side, and I am alone and scared. I’ve been here for 34 years. I like to think my owner will one day think of his once-beloved teddy and come in search of me in this dingy dust hellhole, but I fear I will forever be trapped and will soon be but dust myself.
Loft Bear
Bearsac’s reply to problem 2
Dear Loft Bear
The problem you suffer is widespread, and the committee of my teddy bear self-advocacy group is planning a campaign called “Free The Teddies”. We plan to get the message across to owners who have their teddies put away in unsuitable surroundings, to give them their freedom.
If you have any ideas, please, we would love to hear them. Your carrier pigeon could, of course, bring them to me. Couldn’t you get the carrier pigeon to bring them?