Virgin Atlantic and the Little Singing Bear
It is raining heavily here in beautiful Rutland. It has done since last night. I have been to town in the kennel on wheels this morning after being persuaded on a small walk. I am now trying to persuade the powers that be (my faithful scribe) that I do not need anymore exercise of any kind until the very threatening thunder clouds desist. For the first time in an age we have an empty bird table; no sane being wants to be out in this weather.
I love to receive gifts: don’t you? The more the better. Two people who often buy me extra special gifts are the Aylesbury Two. All sorts of favourite items have been provided by two of my favouritest of persons. I wonder though, how two such estimable persons, with such immaculate taste, could buy a Teddy Bear with dubious traits, for guess who, when they came to visit. Still a gift, is a gift, meant to be appreciated I suppose, but I was not impressed at first, mainly because I am the one that usually receives gifts of soft toys.
The Little Accomplice loved this bear; I tried to steal it, but was speedily shown the error of my ways by the Little Accomplice’s Maman. She in fact rescued me. Do you know what; the bear actually talked like a person talked? It said rhymes constantly. The Little Accomplice, or her constant stream of admirers, would press light up number buttons to hear these emotive phrases. Still other buttons would jam into a tune and lights would flash with the sounds, an on/off Heart Button would elicit a kissing sound effect, followed by bye- bye. If I had inadvertently put half of this startling equipment into action I would have perhaps had a heart attack. The best bit is yet to come, yes there is more from this amazing bear; the little Blue Bear sang, often, at a flick of the Little Accomplices magic fingers the following song:
I’m a friendly light up bear
I’ll teach you 123
A sleepy, hungry, happy bear
Hey, come and hug me!
(To the tune of Here we go round the Mulberry Bush I am reliably informed)
This little ditty had the habit of sitting on any person’s nuisance level, (fortunately, it had no affect on me whatsoever). It in fact brain washed all and sundry; they were all singing it. It was extremely funny. I wonder if the passengers on the Virgin Atlantic Flight back to Las Vegas last Saturday found it amusing after ten hours. If there were any spare seats in 1st class the flight crew could have made a killing raffling them off at £500 a ticket, I am sure.
I am of course
La Grande Sophie
June 8th, 2010 at 1:45 pm
At least it kept everyone happy (apart from you). It was also stimulating for the Little Accomplice as she will need lots of words and actions so that when she grows a little bit more she will be able to play with you. I am sure you won’t mind when she can learn to throw a ball for you.
You must always remember though that her toys are hers and your toys are yours and never the twain shall meet.
June 8th, 2010 at 1:56 pm
I am still in total melt down form the visit I cannot even contemplate the future without wrinkles breaking out across my beautiful brow. I agree about the toys; mine are still well hidden, just in case she arrives again without warning on a Virgin flight from LV. Still raining here hows your water butts ours are full. LOL LGSxx
June 8th, 2010 at 7:15 pm
Yes just keep yours hidden for now. Today seems to be the first day of rain we have had so the butts are only just starting to fill. I am sure it will rain again in the next few days.