Magic Happens

One little bear sat on a bench in the mall. “Nothing to do,” he complained.
“Watch my bucket of yarn,” his mother said before she left to buy veggies for supper.
Another bear walked up, kicking around a red ball.
“Your mother dropped this yarn,” Bear Two said to the one that sat on the bench.
“I’m bored,” said Bear One, “what’s there to do around here?”
Just then Bear Three came through the door.
He jumped on the bench and knocked over the bucket.
“Let’s have some fun,” he giggled and raised his arms and clapped.
“Why did you do that?” Bear Four wanted to know,
as he joined the group and stared at the mess on the floor.
“I would never knock down somebody’s bucket of yarn.”
He spoke with an edge to his voice and a mouth full of blame.
From the other side Bear Five heard the commotion.
He walked closer to see what caused such a scene.
“Oh look,” he said. “Did you know there’s something else in the bucket?”
His voice was soft and he smiled when he talked.
“Come on out giraffe;” he whispered, “come on out little toy and play with us.”

(to be continued)