When Ted left the house that morning, it was with a sense of dread and foreboding permeating his every fibre, from the tips of his cotton soft, plush ears to the velour pads of his feet. It niggled at the very back of his soft, fluffy mind and tried with every step he took to come forward, to scream at him inside his mind to not go to the picnic today.
As he walked through the neighbourhood that had been his home for the last 3 years, not even the warmth of the sun and the heavily scented breeze gently caressing his furry little cheeks could dispel these feelings, but as he took a bite of a honey coated biscuit, baked especially for today’s festivities, he told himself that he was just being silly and was probably still preoccupied with the small argument he had had two days prior with (other) Ted. It was sure to be nothing.
When Ted walked through a small alley between two fences, on the path that would take him down to The Woods today, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unseen eyes crawling over his fluffy pelt, assessing him, watching him pace his way sedately to the clearing at the base of the big tree where the Teddy Bears Picnic was to be held.
As he walked into the clearing it became evident to Ted, particularly as he felt cold steel pierce his delicate hide and slide toward his cotton wrapped heart, that he was indeed very sure of a big surprise today.
I am a confirmed and certifiable nutbar with a penchant for skulls, bones, blood, guts, fire and anything slightly peculiar and mostly bizarre. I also...
@kaharris Thanks, I quite like the vomiting one, hence the pile of cotton in front of him...but no Teds were harmed in the taking of this photo, just a small amount of tomato sauce wasted...
Puts me in mind of one of my fave Red Dwarf Episodes: "That's something no-one should ever have to see." Very clever narrative and I love the posing of the bears.
