Bearry <COMPLETE>

He closed his eyes and tried to remember the last time he felt Bearry’s soft fur. He remembered the snack. He remembered the tag. And then, he remembered the second snack. "The laundry basket!" Remo whispered.

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

Bearry wasn’t just a toy. Bearry was a guardian. He had fuzzy brown ears that smelled faintly of maple syrup, one button eye that hung a little loose, and the best hugging arms in the world. Without Bearry, the shadows in the corner of the room looked suspiciously like closet monsters. Without Bearry, his teddy bear duty roster—protecting from spiders and bad dreams—was completely unstaffed. "Mom!" Remo called out. "Bearry is missing!" He closed his eyes and tried to remember

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. And then, he remembered the second snack