Paddington, Scout and the Cookbook 1.
SCOUT: *Sniffs air appreciatively.* “Something smells delicious!”
PADDY: “Daddy must be cooking this morning.”
SCOUT: “Grumbly tummy Paddy! Grumbly tummy!” *Rubs tummy vigorously.*
COUSIN PADDINGTON: “Let’s see what he’s making, Paddy and Scout.”
SCOUT: “Oh no Cousin Paddington! Daddy says we aren’t supposed to go near the oven when it is on, in case we singe our plush fur! Daddy is very strict about that!”
COUSIN PADDINGTON: “Oh no, Scout! I didn’t mean let’s peer into the oven at the risk of our plush fur!”
SCOUT: “You didn’t, Cousin Paddington?”
COUSIN PADDINGTON: “No Scout! We’ll consult Daddy’s cookbook.”
SCOUT: “A cookbook? Goodness, what’s that?”
PADDY: “It’s what Daddy uses to find yummy recipes to make if it isn’t one he pulls out of his memory.”
SCOUT: “A book of yummy food, Paddy? That sounds like something I’d like to read!”
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Cousin Paddington is a recent visitor to our family. Travelling all the way from London, he was caught in transit thanks to the Coronavirus pandemic, so it looks like he is stopping with us for a while. The more I look into his happy, smiling face, the more attached I am becoming to him.
Paddington, Scout and the Cookbook 1.
SCOUT: *Sniffs air appreciatively.* “Something smells delicious!”
PADDY: “Daddy must be cooking this morning.”
SCOUT: “Grumbly tummy Paddy! Grumbly tummy!” *Rubs tummy vigorously.*
COUSIN PADDINGTON: “Let’s see what he’s making, Paddy and Scout.”
SCOUT: “Oh no Cousin Paddington! Daddy says we aren’t supposed to go near the oven when it is on, in case we singe our plush fur! Daddy is very strict about that!”
COUSIN PADDINGTON: “Oh no, Scout! I didn’t mean let’s peer into the oven at the risk of our plush fur!”
SCOUT: “You didn’t, Cousin Paddington?”
COUSIN PADDINGTON: “No Scout! We’ll consult Daddy’s cookbook.”
SCOUT: “A cookbook? Goodness, what’s that?”
PADDY: “It’s what Daddy uses to find yummy recipes to make if it isn’t one he pulls out of his memory.”
SCOUT: “A book of yummy food, Paddy? That sounds like something I’d like to read!”
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Cousin Paddington is a recent visitor to our family. Travelling all the way from London, he was caught in transit thanks to the Coronavirus pandemic, so it looks like he is stopping with us for a while. The more I look into his happy, smiling face, the more attached I am becoming to him.