“Wahhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Max wailed as he
hopped in from the
playroom. “Where’s
Teddy? Where’s
Teddy?” he shouted
into his mom’s ear.
“Calm down, Max,” his
mom said, “Teddy
Bear will show up. He
always does. Why
don’t you go ask
Grandma? She just
did the laundry; maybe
Teddy was in the
washing machine.”
Max dried his tears
quickly and ran out of
the room. “He’s such a
little baby,” his mom
murmured as Max
disappeared.
Max ran into the
laundry room, to find
Grandma Lilly folding
one of his favorite
shirts up. Still trying to
keep his tears in, he
asked in a soft voice,
“Granny, have you
seen Teddy Bear
anywhere? Grandma
replied, “No, why?”
Max told Grandma the
whole story, and
Grandma laughed.
“Did you look
everywhere in the
house?” Max burst into
giggles. “No!” he
exclaimed, and ran out
of the room again.
Max hopped quickly
into the study room.
He glanced at the
floor. No Teddy, but
there was a piece of
checkered cloth. He
looked into the
closet. No Teddy
again, but there was
a needle and thread.
Finally, he looked at
the desk. Still no
Teddy! He gave up
and ran to the
kitchen. There was
Teddy! He ran
quickly to his mom
and grandma, and
started jumping up
and down. “Yay!” he
yelled, and
Grandma said,
“Good old Max.”