Little Bears

The little bear crept from the woods more nervous deer than fearsome grizzly. Using the darkness, he crossed the meadow, clambered into the suburban garden and sat on the grass. She was there. The same she-bear he saw every night looked down from its bedroom window, only this time, she was in the arms of a child. He knew why the girl would love her, was glad even, so gave a thank you growl and set off home.
The girl child waved goodbye, then took her teddy to bed.

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