Little Bear’s Missing Ears

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“Now,” Aunt Abby said, “this is a story for the three littles.”

“Why?” Jules plucked at the old familiar quilt laying in the grass. The Texas spring sun glinted in her earrings.

“Yeah,” Ellie said. “That’s not fair.”

“It is fair, ‘cause I wrote you many many stories when you were little, but I haven’t written these three many stories.”

Bruce and Jude, Constance and Joshua, Jules and Ellie, Imogene and Remi, and Rook grumbled and complained, frowned and fretted.

“Go on, go use your heads and have an adventure.”

“An adventure?” Constance asked.

“We have to go use our imaginations.” Imogene sounded out the long word slowly making sure she said it right.

Remi sighed dramatically.

“I’m a Spiderman!” shouted Jude.

“I’m a dragon!” Bruce breathed fire, flapping his wings.

“I’m Kilo Ren!” Joshua followed behind him waving his arms as he summoned the Force.

“I’m a one-eyed squid!” Rook gave Aunt Abby an over-done eyebrow wiggle.

In a flash, the nine oldest cousins raced off into wild daydreams of superheroes and mythical creatures.

“Now,” Aunt Abby said again, passing out cookies and water to Shannon, Finley, and Iona. “This is a story for the three littles.”

Little Bear

Once upon a time, Little Bear lost her ears.

Finley gasped. “Oh no!” She felt on top of her own head to make sure her hat with bear ears sat firmly on her little red head.

Aunt Abby cleared her throat.

Once upon a time, Little Bear lost her ears.

She searched in her bed.

Under the blankets?

Under her pillows?

Under her pink shark?

Finley grinned. “It’s my pink shark.”

“Shhhh,” said Shannon.

Where had her ears gone?

Little Bear sighed, close to tears.

“Where, oh where, are my ears?”

She hurried to the living room on her little legs.

Under the couch?

Under the chairs?

Under her puppy?

“Phoebe!” Iona laughed. “Ruff-ruff.”

“She barked!” Shannon grinned, giving Iona a little hug.

Not to be outdone, Finley also gave Iona a hug.

“Back to the story!” Aunt Abby said.

Where had her ears gone?

Little Bear cried and cried for her missing ears.

“Where have they gone?”

She peeked in the kitchen filled with yummy smells.

In the cabinet with the snacks?

In the dishwasher?

Gasp! In the oven?

Where had her ears gone?

Little Bear crumpled into a sorrowful puddle, for what is a bear without two little ears?

“Hello, Finley.” Mama Bear came in from the laundry room.

“It is me! I’m a bear.”

“Your hoodie is all clean.”

Mama Bear held out the brown, furry hoodie with two little ears.

“My ears!” Little Bear squealed, all her tears forgotten.

She pulled on the sweater and pulled up the hood, her ears right where they should be. And Little Bear was a bear again.

“And they all lived happily ever after, until the wash had to be done again.”

“Happily ever after!” Finley squeezed her own ears on the top of her head.

“Did you like the story?” Aunt Abby asked.

“I liked the story.” Finley nodded.

“I liked the cookie,” Shannon said. “But I don’t have ears.”

“Yes, you do!” Aunt Abby gently tugged both her ears.

“Ears!” Iona pointed to her own ears.

“She said ears!” Shannon clapped her hands.

“She’s very smart, just like you.” Aunt Abby gathered the three up in a hug, then sent them to go run after the big kids, ears, cookies, and stories all where they should be.

*The End*

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