I recently discovered this poor old bear mouldering under a straw hat in Mommy's closet. Sure he was ensconced in a rocking chair under a blanket knit especially for him, enjoying his retirement and collecting his Social Security checks. But darn it, this bear was made to be dragged around, barfed on, and forced to participate in tea parties, so I have officially ended his retirement and recalled him into active duty. From now on, he shall be my faithful companion and fellow Barney devotee.
