Bearry Instant

Inside the fort? No. Behind the couch? Just a lost Lego. The Bathroom: On the sink? Nope.

"Okay, Bearry," Remo whispered, reaching out for his favorite stuffed bear. "Time for—" Bearry

Remo started to feel frustrated. His shoulders felt tight, and his heart was beating fast. He wanted to shout, but he remembered what his mommy said: “When you lose something, stop, breathe, and think it through.” Remo took a deep breath. In... out. Inside the fort

Change the (e.g., make it a funny story, a mystery, or a fantasy). Just a lost Lego

He ran to the hallway. There, sitting perfectly on top of the pile of clean clothes, was Bearry. He looked very cozy, almost like he had fallen asleep waiting to be brought back.

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.