a short story

After vacation I would go to my sewing room and try to get started on something, something new, something old, something, anything.  But nothing.   Sometimes I need to find some tiny little project for that instant feeling of success.  This tiny little project has been sitting there for a couple years, it was even sitting on the materials to do the project. 

Once upon a time there was a little bear who needed a little girl.  He found her and he went everywhere with her.  He rode on the dashboard on a trip to Medora, ND,  he was in her carry on bag to Williamsburg, Virginia, he went everywhere with her until she went to school.  He would sleep all day and when she came home he wanted to play all night.  Sometimes he would play tricks on her by hiding at bedtime but someone always found me.  Sometimes I would sit in the hall by her bedroom so she wouldn't forget to play with me.  I even went to college with her until she noticed the beads were ready to pop out of my feet, then she left me at home and I sat in the sewing room for a very long time.  Now my little girl is done with college and has a job.  I wonder if our adventures will continue now that my paws are good to go?    A very short story--Ann--