"Okay, Bearry," Remo whispered, reaching out for his favorite stuffed bear. "Time for—"
Remo’s hand met empty air. He sat up. He looked left. He looked right. He looked under the cozy blue blanket. Bearry was not there. "Bearry?" Remo asked, his voice shaking just a little. 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. "Okay, Bearry," Remo whispered, reaching out for his
Mom appeared in the doorway. "Oh no! Where did you have him last?" He looked left
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.
Change the (e.g., make it a funny story, a mystery, or a fantasy).