Bearry Direct

Mom appeared in the doorway. "Oh no! Where did you have him last?"

Remo thought hard. "We were looking at my bug book... then we had a snack... then we played tag..." The search began. It was a serious rescue mission. Under the table? No. Behind the big pot? No. Bearry

Back in bed, with Bearry securely under his arm, the shadows didn't look scary anymore. They just looked like shadows. Remo smiled, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep, knowing the best guardian in the world was back on duty. If you liked this, I can: Write a for Bearry and Remo. Make the story shorter or longer . Mom appeared in the doorway

He ran to the hallway. There, sitting perfectly on top of the pile of clean clothes, was Bearry. He looked very cozy, almost like he had fallen asleep waiting to be brought back. "We were looking at my bug book

Remo started to feel frustrated. His shoulders felt tight, and his heart was beating fast. He wanted to shout, but he remembered what his mommy said: “When you lose something, stop, breathe, and think it through.” Remo took a deep breath. In... out.

Remo’s hand met empty air. He sat up. He looked left. He looked right. He looked under the cozy blue blanket. Bearry was not there. "Bearry?" Remo asked, his voice shaking just a little.

"Bearry!" Remo cheered, grabbing his friend and giving him a massive squeeze.