Little Teddy and the Mischief Maker

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Oh, hello! Welcome to another story time! I’m very happy to see you all again! My stories seem to be quite popular. Before we get to our story, I would like to take a moment to recognize two writer bears who have inadvertently help give me the confidence to begin my own writing career. Teddy Tedaloo (@TeddyTedaloo) and Mawson Bear (@MawsonBear) are both published authors and are both very nice bears. Please, do check them both out when you can!

Now, our story tonight is full of mischief. There are many out there who like to cause trouble. Sometimes, it’s just their way of being playful. Not all trouble is malicious. Some is quite benign. The mischief in our story is of the benign nature. But I won’t give too much away. Let’s get right into the story. It is titled “Little Teddy and the Mischief Maker”.

 

Little Teddy and the Mischief Maker

The little teddy was walking in the woods with her friends Zombie Jem and Mickey. They were going on another picnic at Dee and Little Dee’s cave. They had grown quite fond of the two cave bears. “I bwought two extwa speshul potatoes,” the little teddy told her friends, “I think they will weawwy yike them!” Mickey smiled. “I’m sure they will,” he agreed.

It had rained the night before so the ground was pretty slick. The little teddy tripped on a rock and, as she tried to get her balance, slipped and fell in the mud. Zombie Jem and Mickey carefully ran to her. “Are you ok, PammyBear?” Zombie Jem asked as he and Mickey reached down to help her up. But to his surprise, the little teddy was giggling. “Teeheehee! That was fun,” she laughed. Mickey laughed as they picked up their friend.

After cleaning up the little teddy, the three friends started back towards the cave. But when Mickey went to grab their picnic basket, he couldn’t find it. “What the?” he looked around, but couldn’t find the basket. “Wha’s the matter?” the little teddy asked him. Mickey shrugged. “Our picnic basket seems to have disappeared,” he answered her, still looking around. “How is that possible?” Zombie Jem asked. Mickey shrugged and shook his head. The little Teddy and Zombie Jem began helping his search.

After searching for about twenty minutes, the three friends were just about ready to give up. “Well, at least we didn’t plan this ahead of time,” Zombie Jem said. “Yeah, but its so disappointing that Dee and Little Dee won’t get to twy my potatoes,” the little teddy replied, hanging her head. “OH!” Mickey called out, “Found it!” The little teddy and Zombie Jem turned to Mickey and saw that he was pointing at a tree. They looked up and saw that their picnic basket was in the tree, hanging from the highest branch.

“How the heck did it get up there?” Zombie Jem asked, trying to figure out how they were going to their basket back down. “Tha’s a weawwy good question,” the little teddy answered, “How are we going to get it back down?” They determined that since none of them were good at climbing, there best bet was to try and knock it down with rocks. They all walked around looking for the biggest rocks they could still throw. But, when they got back to try and knock the basket down, they saw that their basket was now sitting at the base of the tree.

“What?” the little teddy questioned, “It was jus up in the twee. How did it get back down?” She went over to pick it up and noticed that it was much lighter than when they had packed it. She opened it up and was shocked to find it empty. “The foods are all gone,” she told Zombie Jem and Mickey. “What,” Mickey said confused, “How can it all be gone?” Zombie Jem looked up and saw that the contents of their basket were floating in the air where the basket had just been.

“What is going on here?” Mickey asked aloud. Just then, the friends heard a light giggling coming from behind them. They turned around, but nobody was there. Then they heard more giggling, this time from above them. They looked up, but again, nobody was there. “Who’s there?” Zombie Jem called out. But there was no answer. Suddenly, one of the little teddys potatoes fell from where it was floating. Then everything else followed. But it seemed that everything slowed down just before hitting the ground.

The three friends began gathering all of their picnic supplies. After they got them all together, Mickey went to get the picnic basket, only to find it missing again. “It’s gone again!” he exclaimed. Zombie Jem and the little teddy turned to see that their basket was indeed gone again. The heard giggling from behind the tree. Mickey ran around the tree, but found nobody. “Who the heck is messing with us?” he asked aloud as he walked back around.

When Mickey got back around the tree, he found the little teddy and Zombie Jem scrambling to catch all of their food, which was flying around in the air. The little teddy giggled as she chased her potatoes around. “Teeheehee,” she laughed, “this is siwwy and fun!” As he managed to catch some cookies, Jem said, “It may be fun, but I would much rather our food stop flying around so we can get back to out picnic.” As if he had spoken magic words, all the food fell to the ground.

The three friends gathered up their food and other picnic supplies. They put it all into the basket, this time without incidence. Once they were sure they had gotten all of their things together, they headed off in the direction of the cave. But they hadn’t gotten very far when they heard a faint sniffling. “Wha’s that?” the little teddy asked, “Is someone cwying?” They looked around to find the source of the sniffling. The little teddy soon found the source.

“Wook up there,” the little teddy said, pointing up. Zombie Jem and Mickey looked up to see a small bear sitting where their stuff had been up in the tree. “Hey,” Mickey called up to the bear, “come down here!” The bear wiped his eyes. “No!” he yelled down to the three friends. “Come on, pal,” Zombie Jem tried, “we just want to talk.” Again the bear yelled down, “NO!” The little teddy rummaged through the picnic basket. She pulled out a potato and held it up. “I’ll give you this potato!” she told the bear. This time the bears ears perked up. Then he vanished.

Moments later the small bear appeared before the friends. “How did you do that?” Mickey asked the bear, surprised by what he had just seen. “Potato, please,” the bear asked the little teddy, ignoring Mickey. He held out his paw and the little teddy gave him the potato. He took a bite and then smiled widely. “Oh, this is quite yummy,” he told her happily. The little teddy giggled. “It is nummy, isn’t it?” she asked, smiling.

“Why were you crying?” the little teddy asked the bear, after he had finished eating the potato. “Oh,” the small bear sighed, “I thought we were all having fun, but you didn’t like my games.” Mickey and Zombie Jem exchanged glances. “What games?” Zombie Jem asked. “When I was hiding your stuff,” the bear explained, “and when I made it all fly around.” Mickey walked up to the bear. “Wait, that was you?” he asked, “How is that possible?”

“Well, I’m a mischief maker,” the bear explained. He giggled and bowed. “My name is T,” he continued, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The little teddy scratched her head. “Mischief maker?” she asked, puzzled. “Yep,” T replied, “It’s my job to cause mischief wherever I go. But only good mischief, never bad.” Zombie Jem laughed. “I didn’t know that mischief maker was a job,” he said, “but that’s pretty great.” T sighed. “We normally like to have fun with others, but you all seemed more frustrated with my games,” he said flatly.

The three friends laughed. “No, no!” Zombie Jem assured T, “We weren’t frustrated at all! In fact it was quite fun.” T shrugged. “Then why did you want me to stop?” he asked confused. Mickey smiled. “Because we’re going to our friends cave,” he explained, “to have a picnic!” T’s eyes lit up. “OHH! I’m sorry,” he told the three, “I didn’t mean to keep you from something so fun!” The little teddy giggled again. “Oh it’s ok!” she told T. Then she had an idea. “OH!” she exclaimed, “Why don’t you come wif us?” T clapped his paws together. “Oh! Really?” he asked happily, “Is it really ok?” The three friends nodded.

On the way to Dee and Little Dee’s cave, the three friends got to know T a little better. In a short time, the little Teddy could tell they had made a really good friend. “So you can really use magic,” Zombie Jem asked. “Oh yes!” the bear happily replied. He then demonstrated some of his magic by disappearing and reappearing multiple times. He then turned to the little teddy. “Do you have another potato?” he asked her, “If so, could I hold it? I promise not to eat it.”

Reluctantly, the little teddy handed over her other potato. T took it and tossed it high into the air. It landed back in his paw. Then to everyone’s amazement, another potato fell down. He caught it too and handed it to the little teddy. “Here, for the one I ate earlier,” he said with a smile as she took the potato. “Oh, thank you,” the teddy smiled, “Now I still have two speshul potatoes for Dee and Little Dee!” T smiled. He was happy to have met such nice bears, despite their misunderstanding. They continued happily to the cave so they enjoy their picnic.

THE END

There we are! I hope everyone enjoyed the story. Please feel free to leave any feedback in the comments. I really appreciate your feedback. And please remember to check out Mawson Bear and Teddy Tedaloo. Thank you very much! Have a goodnight, everyone!

6 thoughts on “Little Teddy and the Mischief Maker

  1. These stories keep getting better and better! Sparkie an me enjoy readin them.

    T is a lovely little bear! Glad they all made another great friend. No harm in practical jokes as long as they’re not meant maliciously. xx

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