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Weighing In
“Sky, I have noticed recently that you are starting to get rather tubby.” Said Bertie looking at his friend.
“Yes, I noticed that too, Bertie.” Replied Sky. “Why do you think that could be?”
“I can tell you exactly why, Sky.” Said Posh Bear smiling.
“You can, Posh? That is so clever of you. Why do you think that I am getting tubby?”
“You eat too much, Sky. All that honey, chocolate, and marshmallows. You eat far more than any of us here.”
“Really? I had not noticed that.” Replied Sky trying to look innocent. “Why would eating make me tubby, Posh?”
“Well eating what you eat is known as fattening, and that makes you tubby.” Explained Bertie.
“The man blames the government, whoever they are. He blames them for everything from the weather to the time of day.” Said Barnaby giggling.
“I knew it was not my fault, Barnaby, most problems like this are the fault of hoomans.” Agreed Sky and smiled at his friend Barnaby.
“That is not the reason, Sky. You are the reason; you simply eat too much.” Stated Posh Bear.
“So, are you saying that my hollow legs that you are often on about, Posh, have filled up?” Asked Sky looking slightly worried.
“That is not what I am saying, Sky. Your legs are not hollow, they just seem to be at times for I don’t know where you put all the honey and chocolate you eat.” Said Posh Bear looking exasperated with his friend.
“It goes into my mouth, Posh, you must have seen me eating. Anyway, I would suggest that to become tubby one would have to eat lots of tubs, and I haven’t eaten a single tub so I can’t be getting tubby.”
“You need to eat less, Sky, and also eat other things apart from honey, chocolate, and marshmallows.” Advised Bertie.
“Okay guys, I will tell you what I do to prove that it has nothing to do with what I eat or how much of it that I eat. I will have breakfast after our sleep tomorrow, then I will not eat a single thing until dinner at what the man calls midday, and we will see if I still look tubby.”
“Sky, you would never be eating during that period anyway, you never do. No, you need to eat what you want, but not so much of it.” Said Posh Bear.
“That is good thinking, Posh, then there will be more for us to eat.” Said Barnaby giggling as he looked at the horror-stricken face of Sky.
“Not at all, Barnaby and you should not tease Sky like that. Starting tomorrow, we will all eat a little less the same as Sky and see how we get on doing that.” Said Posh Bear. “It is only right, for Sky is our friend and we support our friends and do not leave them to do things like this alone.”
Posh looked around at the bears assembled and they all nodded their head agreeing with him. As from tomorrow he thought they would all be eating a little less and maybe, they might even try that stuff the man called fruit… but then again – maybe not.
Weighing In
“Sky, I have noticed recently that you are starting to get rather tubby.” Said Bertie looking at his friend.
“Yes, I noticed that too, Bertie.” Replied Sky. “Why do you think that could be?”
“I can tell you exactly why, Sky.” Said Posh Bear smiling.
“You can, Posh? That is so clever of you. Why do you think that I am getting tubby?”
“You eat too much, Sky. All that honey, chocolate, and marshmallows. You eat far more than any of us here.”
“Really? I had not noticed that.” Replied Sky trying to look innocent. “Why would eating make me tubby, Posh?”
“Well eating what you eat is known as fattening, and that makes you tubby.” Explained Bertie.
“The man blames the government, whoever they are. He blames them for everything from the weather to the time of day.” Said Barnaby giggling.
“I knew it was not my fault, Barnaby, most problems like this are the fault of hoomans.” Agreed Sky and smiled at his friend Barnaby.
“That is not the reason, Sky. You are the reason; you simply eat too much.” Stated Posh Bear.
“So, are you saying that my hollow legs that you are often on about, Posh, have filled up?” Asked Sky looking slightly worried.
“That is not what I am saying, Sky. Your legs are not hollow, they just seem to be at times for I don’t know where you put all the honey and chocolate you eat.” Said Posh Bear looking exasperated with his friend.
“It goes into my mouth, Posh, you must have seen me eating. Anyway, I would suggest that to become tubby one would have to eat lots of tubs, and I haven’t eaten a single tub so I can’t be getting tubby.”
“You need to eat less, Sky, and also eat other things apart from honey, chocolate, and marshmallows.” Advised Bertie.
“Okay guys, I will tell you what I do to prove that it has nothing to do with what I eat or how much of it that I eat. I will have breakfast after our sleep tomorrow, then I will not eat a single thing until dinner at what the man calls midday, and we will see if I still look tubby.”
“Sky, you would never be eating during that period anyway, you never do. No, you need to eat what you want, but not so much of it.” Said Posh Bear.
“That is good thinking, Posh, then there will be more for us to eat.” Said Barnaby giggling as he looked at the horror-stricken face of Sky.
“Not at all, Barnaby and you should not tease Sky like that. Starting tomorrow, we will all eat a little less the same as Sky and see how we get on doing that.” Said Posh Bear. “It is only right, for Sky is our friend and we support our friends and do not leave them to do things like this alone.”
Posh looked around at the bears assembled and they all nodded their head agreeing with him. As from tomorrow he thought they would all be eating a little less and maybe, they might even try that stuff the man called fruit… but then again – maybe not.