Bearry -

Remo thought hard. "We were looking at my bug book... then we had a snack... then we played tag..." The search began. It was a serious rescue mission. Under the table? No. Behind the big pot? No.

He ran to the hallway. There, sitting perfectly on top of the pile of clean clothes, was Bearry. He looked very cozy, almost like he had fallen asleep waiting to be brought back. Bearry

After a long day of building pillow forts, chasing imaginary dragons, and eating peanut butter crackers, six-year-old Remo was ready for bed. He brushed his teeth— chka-chka-chka —put on his rocket ship pajamas, and hopped into bed. Remo thought hard

Back in bed, with Bearry securely under his arm, the shadows didn't look scary anymore. They just looked like shadows. Remo smiled, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep, knowing the best guardian in the world was back on duty. If you liked this, I can: Write a for Bearry and Remo. Make the story shorter or longer . then we played tag

Inside the fort? No. Behind the couch? Just a lost Lego. The Bathroom: On the sink? Nope.

Change the (e.g., make it a funny story, a mystery, or a fantasy).

He closed his eyes and tried to remember the last time he felt Bearry’s soft fur. He remembered the snack. He remembered the tag. And then, he remembered the second snack. "The laundry basket!" Remo whispered.