Bearry

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.

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 . Bearry

"Bearry!" Remo cheered, grabbing his friend and giving him a massive squeeze. After a long day of building pillow forts,

Mom appeared in the doorway. "Oh no! Where did you have him last?" They just looked like shadows