Little Bear’s Missing Ears

Visit to read this adorable short story about a pair of lost ears.

“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*

A Christmas Story: The Tactical Bracelet


o Visit to read this adorable short story about a family celebrating Christmas, and the adorable reaction to a tactical bracelet.Cousins, young and old, gathered around Aunt Abby. Jules pulled Finley into her lap, singing softly in her ear. Constance joined her with Shannon. They started a quiet game of pat-a-cake with the two littles. Bruce dumped out a set of crayons and started to draw a tree, complete with owls and a blue jay. Ellie and Imogene hurried to draw trees too, with owls and blue jays. Joshua, Jude, and Remi emptied the car box. The boys lined the cars up by size and color, while Remi arranged the racetrack.

“Everyone ready?” Aunt Abby eyed all the busy fingers.

“Ready!” All ten cousins chorused.

“Ready,” Grandpa said, plopping between everyone and scooping Remi up in a loud, whiskery hug.

“Grandpa!” Remi yelled and giggled. Then everyone had to be hugged except Bruce, who didn’t like hugs, which only meant Grandpa hugged him harder. Once everyone had been hugged, and tickled, and gotten a drink, and gone potty, the ten cousins settled back down.

“Story time?” Aunt Abby asked.

“Yes, please,” Jules said.

“Will this have Zelda in it?” Ellie asked.

Aunt Abby through for a moment. “No, but how about the Ellie in the story is wearing a dress like Zelda?”

“Yes!” Ellie crowed.

“Who am I dressed like?” Imogene asked.

Realizing what she’d done, Aunt Abby quickly said, “Imogene is dressed like Moana. Jules like Princess Peach, Constance like Princess Leia, Shannon like Rey from Star Wars, Finley like Ginny from Harry Potter, and Remi like Hermione.”

“And us?” Joshua looked at the boys.

“Well, obviously Joshua, you’re dressed like Kylo Ren. Bruce is Garmadon, and Jude is Lightning McQueen. Good?”

Nods all around.

“Now are we ready for the story?”


After the sun went to bed, and the tiny warm lights shone bright in the dark, ten cousins—dressed in various bright, and some scary costumes—gathered around Grammie and Grandpa’s Christmas tree. Uncle Price read the Christmas story. His voice rose and fell with the rhyme. Anticipation and delight gleamed in every eye.

Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve. It was Christmas Eve. Time for presents, food, and sweets. Big boxes, odd shapes, tiny little things wrapped in red and green paper called to the children.

As Uncle Price said, “A Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” a cheer filled the room.

Jude scooped up the Santa hat. “I can pass out the presents!”

“Silly boy,” said Jude’s Momma, “you can’t read yet. Let Uncle Jason be Santa.”

Disappointed, Jude gave up the red and white hat of power.

With many shouts over excited heads, the parents got each child sorted into a spot. Ready, Uncle Jason passed out the gifts.

A flat one went to Bruce, a big one to Jules, a soft one to Finley. More flat ones went to Constance, Remi, Shannon, and Ellie. A medium box brought a smile to Jude, while Joshua handled an awkwardly long box, and Uncle Jason gave Imogene a round box with reindeer wrapping paper. Books, pencils, stuffed animals, kits, crafts, clothes, pop-up-books, coloring books and more piled around the ten cousins.

Finally, to end the night, Imogene ripped off the last bit of paper on a box, opened the lid, and pulled out a yellow and black tactical bracelet, three sizes too big, complete with a tiny compass, and saw.

Delighted, Imogene held it high over the evening celebration, and exclaimed, “I’ve always wanted one of these.”

All the grownups paused.

Aunts, uncles, mommies, daddies, Grammie, and Grandpa all glanced at each other, then burst into laughter. They laughed and laughed. And each laugh expressed their satisfaction with the day, the cousins, the gifts, and each other.

The End.

“The end, already?” Imogene frowned.

“Just with that story. There will be more.”

“Why are there going to be more?” Imogene asked.

“Because there are so many of you and you keep doing silly things.”

“Hey!” Bruce said.

“Yeah, hey!” Jules echoed him.

Aunt Abby shrugged. “It’s not my fault y’all are silly. I’m just the storyteller.”

The End

Photo by Aletheia Young

P.S. Usually I will only have one blog post a month, but if I write a short story that I don’t intend to publish professionally, I’ll post it on my blog spontaneously. I like to live on the edge. 😉

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