We went Bear Hunting! And not just any kind of bears, but drop bears, polar bears and brown bears. Drop bears drop at you out of the tree if you are disobedient, and the only way to get rid of them is to laugh merrily. Polar bears apparently fall on you from out of the sky (I think Dede was actually meaning drop bears, but hey! The more bears the merrier!) and brown bears EAT people (unless the electrician comes and ties them to tree stumps and electrocutes them... a primitive version of The Chair perhaps?).
Of course, my concern was that poor Winnie would be lumped in with all the vicious types so I asked what we were to do if we should come across Winnie The Pooh while we were out bear hunting? How would we know if it was him? I was informed in a most condescending tone that Winnie The Pooh is yellow, so of course we would know him. Silly me!
So this is a photo of Manny on his first Bush Walk - ahem, I mean Bear Hunt. And my word, doesn't he look like his handsome Daddy?
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