Bearry Direct

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.

He ran to the hallway. There, sitting perfectly on top of the pile of clean clothes, was Bearry. He looked very cozy, almost like he had fallen asleep waiting to be brought back. Bearry

Back in bed, with Bearry securely under his arm, the shadows didn't look scary anymore. They just looked like shadows. Remo smiled, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep, knowing the best guardian in the world was back on duty. If you liked this, I can: Write a for Bearry and Remo. Make the story shorter or longer . He closed his eyes and tried to remember

"Okay, Bearry," Remo whispered, reaching out for his favorite stuffed bear. "Time for—" And then, he remembered the second snack

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

Inside the fort? No. Behind the couch? Just a lost Lego. The Bathroom: On the sink? Nope.