THE TALES OF SEBASTIAN BEAR

THE TALES OF SEBASTIAN BEAR
PROLOGUE.

"Hi. My name is Sebastian Bear and..."

"Hang on! What are you doing?"

"Er... writing."

"What?"

"My book. You don't seem too keen to do it so I thought I'd start."

"Well, Bastian, I'm not sure that anyone will read it."

"Why not?"

"Because kids of today want to read about withches and spells..."

"I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Spell."

"Neither can I!"

"Well, that doesn't sound too good, does it? Now they will never be written."

"Look, if you want me to write them, I will. But don't be disappointed if no one reads them."

"I'll try not to cry. Listen, you won't mention the D word, will you?"

"Why not? Look, Sebastian, being disabled is part of who you are. It's part of what makes you the great bear that we all love."

"Really?"

"Yes. What are you doing now?"

"Getting comfy!"

"Comfy?"

"Yes. I'm going to make sure that you don't miss out anything. Like the time I set fire to the house, or when I washed the car, or when ...."

"Who's telling this story?"

"You are. Oh, and don't leave out any of my friends, will you?"

"Let me see: there's Poppy, Noel, Teddy Edward and Big Ted, Pinky, Rosy and Lady Lamb. How am I doing?"

"You forgot Cousin Hamish."

"Sorry."

"And Getwell."

"Why do you have to have so many friends!!!"

"Coz I'm a popular guy!"

"And so modest with it! Where do you think I should start?"

"The begining is not a bad place."

"True. When you move to Gardens End?"

"I'm watching now!"

"I know."

"Love you, Bast!"

"I know."