Now it came to pass, that the day for the visit to Disneyland finally arrived. Princess Chimpton, Queen Ananasty and Mick all met at Lime Street station and the journey to Paris began. Now if there is one thing that Princess Chimpton’s do not like it is travelling. By the time she had reached Paris she was well and truly travel sick and ready for bed. This left Mick all alone on his very first night in the romantic capital undertaking Queen babysitting and he wasn’t very pleased.
Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away when Princess Chimpton and Servant Dave worked together for a lowly training company there was a man by the name of Mick. Now Mick was a jovial chap, a happy-go-lucky kind of guy without a care in the world and he also worked at the training company with the gruesome twosome.
Hi everyone, you will not be used to me writing personal posts as I usually write the Musical Sunday column for Jammy Toast. Fortunately, The Bearkeeper let me use today’s post to make a little personal appeal because I am having a little quandary. You see, although I love being at Jammy Toast with Great Uncle Bimbo and all the Renault Bears, I do feel a little left out. Everyone makes me feel at home but I have no friends of my own kind. Everyone here is a Renault bear – I have no flat friends or maybe a little love interest in my life and I am beginning to get a little lonely.
The bears were all out and they were alone together in the house, just the two of them. It was a cold, dark, stormy night. The storm had come quickly and each time the thunder boomed he watched her jump. She looked across the room and admired his strong appearance and wished that he would take her in his arms, comfort her and protect her from the storm.
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