Bearry Here

"Bearry!" Remo cheered, grabbing his friend and giving him a massive squeeze.

Mom appeared in the doorway. "Oh no! Where did you have him last?" Bearry

Bearry wasn’t just a toy. Bearry was a guardian. He had fuzzy brown ears that smelled faintly of maple syrup, one button eye that hung a little loose, and the best hugging arms in the world. Without Bearry, the shadows in the corner of the room looked suspiciously like closet monsters. Without Bearry, his teddy bear duty roster—protecting from spiders and bad dreams—was completely unstaffed. "Mom!" Remo called out. "Bearry is missing!" "Bearry

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. Where did you have him last

"Okay, Bearry," Remo whispered, reaching out for his favorite stuffed bear. "Time for—"