My Orange Bear

My Orange Bear looked for a sponge that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It should have been an exciting approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Bear, who had come to the conclusion it was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a sponge would be the chosen thing.

My Orange Bear often carried a can of Tango that they would sometimes play with. This is certainly a fairly unusual action, to some, but not to the Bear, who had decided it was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Tango is the item that was chosen.

My Orange Bear carried a cucumber that they would rub on his belly. It should be a fairly astonishing approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Bear, who had decided that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a cucumber having that done to it

My Orange Bear desperately needed a magic 8 ball that they would put on his head. This seems to be a different thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Bear, who expected that the idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a magic 8 ball is the thing to opt for.

My Orange Bear desperately craved for a bat that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It is a fairly odd approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Bear, who assumed that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a bat is the thing to choose.

My Orange Bear always carried a little monkey that they would occasionally experiment on. This is certainly a funny approach to life, to most, but not to the Bear, who assumed that the idea was stunning. Strangely, a little monkey would be the item chosen.