…hey, yah, my stuffed bear’s home!
Humphrey arrived back from the U.K. last weekend, after spending the entire summer with his mother. Meanwhile, I had a peaceful few months, and I got a ton of writing done without constant interruption.
“You missed me,” Humphrey said, plopping into a chair beside me.
“What makes you say that?” I asked, continuing to tap away on the keyboard.
“The “hey yah” bit, it’s very American, but I do understand the emotion you’re trying to express. We Brits would probably say bully, or jolly good, or—”
“Fine. I did miss you, but now I’m working. What can I do for you?”
“I have a question about Robin Bielman’s books.” Humphrey put the Kindle on the desk. “Why do they always leave you hungry for something sweet?”
A suspicious sweet scent wafted from his fur as he leaned closer. I turned to see a small drop off what looked like icing at the corner of his mouth. Dark brown crumbs spattered his new tie. “You didn’t?”
“What?” he asked brushing at his lips and causing an avalanche of brown crumbs to sink into the fur on his legs.
I dashed over to the fridge and pulled out my box of treasures.
“These are my treats. They’re gluten free chocolate cupcakes made for humans, not bears. And you do not have gluten problems, so don’t go there—”
“I did have a tummy ache this morning,” he said, and rubbed clockwise three times over his girth. “I only ate two. They really are quite moreish, and I was completely out of Fig Newtons. ”
I shook my head. Two? And what did he mean he was out of cookies? I could only begin to imagine the mess that must be in his bed. “Okay, tell me about Robin’s book. I’m assuming you read, Her Accidental Boyfriend.
“Yes. A wonderful warm read, fine characters…very likeable, and I would recommend this read to anyone looking to cheer up their bear self. Mum would love it.”
“What part did you like the best?”
“Hmmm.” He dusted the crumbs off his chest, picked up one rather large morsel from his leg and popped that crumb into his mouth. “It was sweet, very sweet, and fabulous for anyone looking to brighten their day, or night. The chemistry between Shane and Kagan sparked, and even Mum would approve of the closed door scenes. I liked the touch of mystery, and the way they both professed to not want a relationship. It was excellent storytelling, and I do have to say it made me feel like a young bear again…out there, doing the cave hops, getting my groove on, and—”
“Enough said. We get the picture.” I shook my head in an attempt to dislodge that picture. Would he ever truly understand that he is now and always was a stuffed bear? How he became a talking, walking, cigar smoking stuffed bear is a whole nuther topic. “I agree with your thoughts. I’d also highly recommend Her Accidental Boyfriend.
“Good.” Humphrey stretched and yawned noisily. “Well, I’m off for a nap.” He reached out one sticky paw toward my cupcake box. “Shall I put these away?”
“Hands off,” I said, doing my best impression of the latest hero/law enforcement officer I was writing about. “Back away from the cupcakes.” I watched him scamper down the hall, and grinned. He moves pretty fast for an old guy.
He glanced back and shoved a paw high into the air. “Five paws. Don’t forget to tell her I said five paws.”
My suggestion: if you haven’t already done so, go get your copy of Her Accidental Boyfriend. Oh, and while you’re at it, buy some cupcakes, just in case.
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