I liked him better.


I could hold him in one hand. He fitted right, just here.


We tickled monsters,


we searched,


explored,


fled on rafts,


escaped . . .


and laughed.


But in the end . . .


and


Stripy Ted fell to


the the last stitch tore Books for Keeps No.234 January 2019 15 floor.


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