Inside the fort? No. Behind the couch? Just a lost Lego. The Bathroom: On the sink? Nope.
"Bearry!" Remo cheered, grabbing his friend and giving him a massive squeeze. 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!" Inside the fort
"Okay, Bearry," Remo whispered, reaching out for his favorite stuffed bear. "Time for—" Just a lost Lego
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.