By Sally Sadasivam
His parents kept telling him to let it go.
How could he?
His favorite chair. His very own bed. He felt violated.
It had been easy to find her in the end. The platinum blond’s breaking and entering reputation was as large as her appetite for porridge.
With the family pinned to the wall in fear, baby bear ate his way through her bowl of porridge.
Next, the pretty pink chair in the corner splintered in half with the axe he was carrying.
Finally, he lifted the duvet and climbed into her comfortable bed.
He ignored the screams.
“I have quite a serious job and writing is pure escapism. If I can make someone else smile, even better!” – the writer