Little Bear's Adventures
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On the Rocks I look like I'm climbing rocks in the Missouri Ozarks.  Or maybe sitting on some hard lava in Hawaii? Central Park in 2025 Actually this photo of me was taken in Central Park, in New York City!  How crazy is that! Stairs? I wanted Beth to put me on that funny rock that looked like stairs, but she said they looked too slippery.  Why didn't she put me on the stairs going up to the Empire State Building or something fun? I don't know.
What I do know is this. This is the only photo I have of me on my first and only trip to New York City, last November!
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Bed of Straw? I look like I'm lounging on a soft bed of swirly straw.  I'm really on a baby camel's head! Show Off In October, we visited Morocco and Beth showed off when she climbed on a camel.  I told her that was easy. She was on the hump. I told her I wanted to ride on a camel's head. Scary I was shy and made Beth talk to the man with the baby camel. He didn't speak English but he smiled and seemed to understand.
He was very careful when he placed me on the camel's fur. I was a little scared. Then I laid back a bit and watched the world.  Thank you sweet camel.  I love camels. ❤️
La Casina Dell'Orologio I love outdoor cafes in Rome. At this one (with the funny name) I sat on a brown leaf, on a cloth covered table.  The cafe was in the beautiful Bourghese Gardens. Beth was in heaven as she sipped her cappuccino.  She remembers having lunch here when she was a kid in 1969.  It was spring in 1969, but it was fall of 2025, when we visited. A big sycamore leaf fell nearby and Beth picked it up and put me on it.  The leaf was cool and crispy.  I asked to sit on the saucer instead. The cup felt a little warm on my back. I liked that.
A Pistachio Treat While visiting Morocco we stopped for tea at a lovely cafe called Le Mirage.  Along with the tea, there were sweets! This divine treat was called Pistachio Charlotte. Tea I loved the pastel green, with flecks of gold. But I was chilly and sat by the warm teapot.  Beth grabbed me up and tucked me away, just in time. The waiter came over and removed the pot's velvet covers.  He poured tea into the glass cups, while I hid inside Beth's bag. I wanted to get out and watch, but Beth doesn't speak Arabic. She said she'd have a hard time explaining why we had a tiny bear at our tea table.
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