Are you sitting comfortably children?
Then I'll begin...........
Once upon a time far, far away
by a lake in the dark, dark forest,
lived Teddy Bear Maker,
who stitched and sewed spare cloth
and hose to make picnic teddies
with brown button eyes and retro clothes.
He knitted glades and woods which
he threaded round the forest's edge
and painted them in dappled sunlit shade.
There they all sat, drinking Campari
with ice and lemonade.
One day, as one days go, an old lady passed by.
"Something old, something borrowed ,
something new ," she cried, and in exchange
for pork soaked in brine, she gave him
a fine pile of black shiny cloth that crackled to the touch,
buttons big and wide, coloured deep as the dark.
To this day he can't explain that wierd compulsion
which drove him to make a teddy
from those strange black scraps,
sewing on the buttons that glowed
and lowered like a thunderous sky.
He left him overnight by the swan filled pond,
where a gondola floated
in sight of neat teddy bear houses
where trousies and vests fluttered in tidy rows
along the water's edge.
That night his dreams were disturbed,
full of screaming cloth bears
and wrecked picnic baskets.
When he returned next day
his eyes beheld a terrible sight.
Gondola sunk, washing dunked in the pond,
houses burned to the ground, swans upturned,
trees hacked down and one thousand teds
with red staring eyes, who turned
when they heard his foot
crack a twig, advancing forward,
backing him up against his home and...........
Goodnight children, story concludes tomorrow, sleep tight.