Paddington, Scout and the Bowl of “Blood”
SCOUT: “Paddy! Paddy!” *Anxious.*
PADDY: “What is it, Scout? You sound distressed!”
SCOUT: “Oh Paddy come quickly!” *Scared.*
JAGO: “Goodness Paddy, he does indeed sound quite upset.”
BOGART: “Perhaps we better find out what is wrong with Scout.”
PADDY: “His cries are coming from the kitchen, so he’s probably discovered that we are out of Hobknobs or some such thing.”
JAGO: “Oh I do hope not, Paddy! I’m very partial to a Hobknob!”
SCOUT: “Paddy! Paddy! Come quickly!”
PADDY: “Here I am, Scout. Whatever is wrong? Are you alright?”
SCOUT: “Oh Paddy! I’m alight, but I don’t think Daddy is.”
JAGO: “Whyever not.”
SCOUT: “Well, Daddy was in here cooking something delicious on the stove. The smell brought me in here. But then I had to go to… to… to the Lady Lousia…” *Blushes.* “And when I came back, Daddy was gone.”
BOGART: “Well he probably finished cooking and walked out of the kitchen.”
SCOUT: “Yes but Bogart, Jago, Paddy, I climbed up here on the bench and I found this bowl of blood!”
PADDY, SCOUT, BOGART and JAGO: *Look into white porcelain bowl on the bench.*
BOGART: *Wrinkles up snout.* “Eeewww! Blood!”
SCOUT: “I know! Daddy is sure to have cut himself with a knife. Isn’t he always warning us not to play with knives?”
BOGART: “Oh Scout, that’s a lot of blood!”
SCOUT: “It is, but isn’t Daddy so conscientious to bleed neatly onto a bowl like that, so he doesn’t have to clean the blood up later.”
PADDY and JAGO: *Chuckle quietly behind their paws.*
SCOUT: “Paddy! Jago! How can you laugh when Daddy is missing and there is a bowl of blood on the draining board!”
PADDY: “Oh, I’m sorry Scout, but you needn’t worry about Daddy. This isn’t blood.”
SCOUT: “It isn’t, Paddy?”
PADDY: “No. Daddy has stewed the plums that he was given as a gift from his friend. That was what you could smell him cooking on the stove. This is a bowl of stewed plums.”
SCOUT: “Oh! What a relief!” *Wipes forehead with paw.*
BOGART: “Yes it is!” *Wipes forehead with paw.*
SCOUT: *Sniffs bowl of stewed plums.* “They do smell like what Daddy was cooking. Stewed plums you say, Paddy.” *Sniffs again.* “Not stewed prunes, I hope Paddy?”
PADDY: “Oh no, Scout.”
SCOUT: “That’s good, because I hate prunes! I hate it when Daddy makes me eat them so I have to go to visit the Lady Louisa after I become const… consti….”
JAGO: “Constipated, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Blocked up!” *Blushes.* “Prunes are evil and yucky! Blaaagh!” *Sticks out cute little pink bear tongue.*
PADDY: “Oh no, you’ll like these stewed plums.”
JAGO: “Ahem… Paddy.” *Clears throat.* “But Paddy, prunes are plum….”
PADDY: “Sssshhhhhh!” *Pulls Jago gently aside.* “Scout doesn’t need to know that prunes are just dried up plums. We want to make sure that he eats his fruit.”
JAGO: “Ooooh.” *Winks at Paddy and taps muzzle with paw knowingly.*
DADDY: “Oh hullo you four.”
PADDY, SCOUT, BOGART and JAGO: “Hullo Daddy!”
DADDY: “I’ve just finished stewing these plums. Once they are cool enough, I will serve some to you and Cousin Paddington as a delicious treat. Would you like that?”
PADDY, SCOUT, BOGART and JAGO: “Yes, thank you Daddy! Grumbly tummies! Grumbly tummies!” *Rub tummies vigorously.*
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.
Jago is a recent addition to my ever-growing family. A gift from a dear friend in England, he is made of English mohair with suede paw pads and glass eyes. He is a gentle bear, kind and patient who carries an air of calm about him. He is already fitting in with everyone else very nicely.
Bogart has travelled all the way from Georgia, via Alabama as a gift to me from a friend. He has lovely Southern manners and seems to be a fun and gentle soul with an inquisitive nature.
Paddington, Scout and the Bowl of “Blood”
SCOUT: “Paddy! Paddy!” *Anxious.*
PADDY: “What is it, Scout? You sound distressed!”
SCOUT: “Oh Paddy come quickly!” *Scared.*
JAGO: “Goodness Paddy, he does indeed sound quite upset.”
BOGART: “Perhaps we better find out what is wrong with Scout.”
PADDY: “His cries are coming from the kitchen, so he’s probably discovered that we are out of Hobknobs or some such thing.”
JAGO: “Oh I do hope not, Paddy! I’m very partial to a Hobknob!”
SCOUT: “Paddy! Paddy! Come quickly!”
PADDY: “Here I am, Scout. Whatever is wrong? Are you alright?”
SCOUT: “Oh Paddy! I’m alight, but I don’t think Daddy is.”
JAGO: “Whyever not.”
SCOUT: “Well, Daddy was in here cooking something delicious on the stove. The smell brought me in here. But then I had to go to… to… to the Lady Lousia…” *Blushes.* “And when I came back, Daddy was gone.”
BOGART: “Well he probably finished cooking and walked out of the kitchen.”
SCOUT: “Yes but Bogart, Jago, Paddy, I climbed up here on the bench and I found this bowl of blood!”
PADDY, SCOUT, BOGART and JAGO: *Look into white porcelain bowl on the bench.*
BOGART: *Wrinkles up snout.* “Eeewww! Blood!”
SCOUT: “I know! Daddy is sure to have cut himself with a knife. Isn’t he always warning us not to play with knives?”
BOGART: “Oh Scout, that’s a lot of blood!”
SCOUT: “It is, but isn’t Daddy so conscientious to bleed neatly onto a bowl like that, so he doesn’t have to clean the blood up later.”
PADDY and JAGO: *Chuckle quietly behind their paws.*
SCOUT: “Paddy! Jago! How can you laugh when Daddy is missing and there is a bowl of blood on the draining board!”
PADDY: “Oh, I’m sorry Scout, but you needn’t worry about Daddy. This isn’t blood.”
SCOUT: “It isn’t, Paddy?”
PADDY: “No. Daddy has stewed the plums that he was given as a gift from his friend. That was what you could smell him cooking on the stove. This is a bowl of stewed plums.”
SCOUT: “Oh! What a relief!” *Wipes forehead with paw.*
BOGART: “Yes it is!” *Wipes forehead with paw.*
SCOUT: *Sniffs bowl of stewed plums.* “They do smell like what Daddy was cooking. Stewed plums you say, Paddy.” *Sniffs again.* “Not stewed prunes, I hope Paddy?”
PADDY: “Oh no, Scout.”
SCOUT: “That’s good, because I hate prunes! I hate it when Daddy makes me eat them so I have to go to visit the Lady Louisa after I become const… consti….”
JAGO: “Constipated, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Blocked up!” *Blushes.* “Prunes are evil and yucky! Blaaagh!” *Sticks out cute little pink bear tongue.*
PADDY: “Oh no, you’ll like these stewed plums.”
JAGO: “Ahem… Paddy.” *Clears throat.* “But Paddy, prunes are plum….”
PADDY: “Sssshhhhhh!” *Pulls Jago gently aside.* “Scout doesn’t need to know that prunes are just dried up plums. We want to make sure that he eats his fruit.”
JAGO: “Ooooh.” *Winks at Paddy and taps muzzle with paw knowingly.*
DADDY: “Oh hullo you four.”
PADDY, SCOUT, BOGART and JAGO: “Hullo Daddy!”
DADDY: “I’ve just finished stewing these plums. Once they are cool enough, I will serve some to you and Cousin Paddington as a delicious treat. Would you like that?”
PADDY, SCOUT, BOGART and JAGO: “Yes, thank you Daddy! Grumbly tummies! Grumbly tummies!” *Rub tummies vigorously.*
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.
Jago is a recent addition to my ever-growing family. A gift from a dear friend in England, he is made of English mohair with suede paw pads and glass eyes. He is a gentle bear, kind and patient who carries an air of calm about him. He is already fitting in with everyone else very nicely.
Bogart has travelled all the way from Georgia, via Alabama as a gift to me from a friend. He has lovely Southern manners and seems to be a fun and gentle soul with an inquisitive nature.