“I’m sorry, Tommy. I know we had that night together, but–it can never work. A soldier and a bear? What will my mom-bear think? Your troopmates? If you stick me with your bayonet, what will happen to my stuffing? What about Little Johnny, when he wants to take you out to play, and you have to tell him that you’re with me now?” Bobbi Bear sniffled back a dry tear into her little button eyes. “But we’ll always have our Night, like no other.” Bobbi tried to forget the feeling of Tommy’s wood…
“I’m sorry, Tommy. I know we had that night together, but–it can never work. A soldier and a bear? What will my mom-bear think? Your troopmates? If you stick me with your bayonet, what will happen to my stuffing? What about Little Johnny, when he wants to take you out to play, and you have to tell him that you’re with me now?” Bobbi Bear sniffled back a dry tear into her little button eyes. “But we’ll always have our Night, like no other.” Bobbi tried to forget the feeling of Tommy’s wood…