"Bearry!" Remo cheered, grabbing his friend and giving him a massive squeeze.
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. Bearry
Bearry wasn’t just a toy. Bearry was a guardian. He had fuzzy brown ears that smelled faintly of maple syrup, one button eye that hung a little loose, and the best hugging arms in the world. Without Bearry, the shadows in the corner of the room looked suspiciously like closet monsters. Without Bearry, his teddy bear duty roster—protecting from spiders and bad dreams—was completely unstaffed. "Mom!" Remo called out. "Bearry is missing!" "Bearry