Bearry

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.

"Bearry!" Remo cheered, grabbing his friend and giving him a massive squeeze. Bearry

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. Remo thought hard

After a long day of building pillow forts, chasing imaginary dragons, and eating peanut butter crackers, six-year-old Remo was ready for bed. He brushed his teeth— chka-chka-chka —put on his rocket ship pajamas, and hopped into bed. then we played tag

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

"Okay, Bearry," Remo whispered, reaching out for his favorite stuffed bear. "Time for—"