By Request: Lucky

I have mentioned our bears and the sadness at having to part with the majority this past week.

Let me tell you about Lucky.
He was thus called because he was actually far from it, and he is one of the bears en route to a new home.

We found him face down in a muddy puddle in the road and reversed the car to pick him up Indiana Jones style (ie. door open, car in motion and me hanging out of the passenger side to retrieve him) .
luckyOur story suggested that he had been snatched from a little girl’s hands and thrown out of the car window by her jealous brother.
This russet coloured bear had an eye missing, a shattered nose and was battered so badly that his stuffing was coming out.
When we got him home, we carefully ‘skinned him’ and described his concern at seeing his inner self being bounced around in the tumble dryer after a gentle shampoo.

There was a toy ‘hospital shop’ in town where we purchased a new pair of eyes and such a cute little nose, for the princely sum of two pounds (about $3).
We were extremely gentle sewing him back together, and he was quite handsome by the time we finished, but he looked more like a raccoon than a bear because he had two circles round his eyes.
shy bearWe decided he was going to be a rather shy bear, and teamed him up in the romance stakes with Honey. She was a yellow and brown bear we found at the bottom of a tatty box at a car boot sale.
Again, we cleaned her up (though no surgery was required) and described her story as one of being bought for a spoilt child and then totally discarded when something better came along.

These two little bears were thereafter always placed together, and I did not separate them.

We often wrote about imaginary ‘meetings’ between the bears at night when we were ‘asleep’ or ‘out’. The dog was privvy to these ‘pow wows’ as we called them, and Grandad was always at the forefront telling stories of my childhood and passing on words of wisdom, comfort and dry humour.

I wrote the story of The Spitfire and our two pilots for my Mum, giving it illustrations and putting it in a binder for her. It’s 4552 words long, so too much for a post, but I will work on an abridged version so that you can get the idea.

Whilst none of my stories have been published, they are originals from my own mind and childhood memories, and as such I’d appreciate maintaining the necessary copyrights.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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