A Bear For Felicia

I am brown with a nubbly coat, red button eyes and a black nose, and this is my true story.
My name is Thurston Gustavus Buckridge III. This name was given me by my clever friend Felicia who is also small and brown, with a fringe, a tendency to lose crayons, and a playground of crazy games in her head. Felicia got me from her mother Stella who got me from her mother Lavinia, so I am actually very old. But Felicia never minded that.
Living with Felicia and her toys Tassikia Magintripp Scopittle the electric blue bear, Amaranita Sarsaparilla Gloriosus the doll and Thunderbox Permusin Peterkar the wind-up mouse was going just honey-smooth for me. Then things started to go wrong at home. Very wrong. And then, horror of horrors, Felicia’s father Elroy wanted to sell me off to a strange foreign long-legged woman called Urbanie Jenovefa Balaclava because he found out that I am worth a lot of money. So much money that you would need more than a thousand fingers to count it!
Would you like to be pulled away from your friends and be sold off, or sent to a musty-fusty museum, however old you are and however much you cost? There was nothing I could do. There was nothing anybody could do. Nobody could save me -- nobody!



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