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.
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. Bearry
Back in bed, with Bearry securely under his arm, the shadows didn't look scary anymore. They just looked like shadows. Remo smiled, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep, knowing the best guardian in the world was back on duty. If you liked this, I can: Write a for Bearry and Remo. Make the story shorter or longer . After a long day of building pillow forts,
Change the (e.g., make it a funny story, a mystery, or a fantasy). "We were looking at my bug book
Inside the fort? No. Behind the couch? Just a lost Lego. The Bathroom: On the sink? Nope.
Mom appeared in the doorway. "Oh no! Where did you have him last?"