Friday, March 20, 2009

The Heartwarming Story of Tatty Teddy (Me to You Bear)

The oldest, smallest house you can imagine was about to be knocked down. All the things that once made the house nice and cosy had been thrown outside and piled up in the front garden, from the soft springy bed the owners slept in, to the old wooden floorboards they used to walk on

…and even, surely by some mistake, a little brown teddy bear

He was trapped amongst all the other unwanted things, and couldn't move.

Then, one day…a very cold day, something fell from the sky…

…a little snowflake

It landed on the teddy bear's little nose and then was followed by many more. He began to get cold, very cold indeed. More and more snow fell, heavier and heavier. The little bear was now so cold that his nose started turning blue…so cold that his brown fur started turning grey.

He was cold, unloved and all alone in the world, and felt very, very sad.

Winter finally passed and the weather got warmer.

One beautiful spring day, a little girl was playing near the old house, when she spotted the grey bear in the pile of unwanted things. He was like no other bear she had ever seen and she pulled him out from where he was trapped.

She dusted him down and lifted him high in the sky to look at him.

"A grey teddy bear…with a blue nose?" she thought. "How strange!"

The teddy bear wanted to cry. He thought she didn't like him and would throw him back with the other unwanted things.

"But he's lovely!" she continued and she fell completely in love with him.

She ran home as fast as her little legs would carry her, to see if her Grandma could patch him up as a lot of his stuffing had fallen out, and he was very much in need of repair.

She looked on as her Grandma replaced his stuffing and patched up his holes.

His stitches had started showing where the fur had worn away, but the little girl thought he looked perfect.

It was all cosy and warm in the little girl's house and the bear felt all cosy and warm in his heart.
However, his nose was still blue and his fur was still grey, and they would never return to brown.

He was unique among teddy bears.

The little girl gave him a great big hug. She loved him more than anything else in the world…her little grey, blue-nosed…

…tatty teddy.

Want more? here’s a flash version of the tatty teddy story in a flippable storybook.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Age ... is a matter of feeling, not of years.

They say you're old if they have discontinued your blood type, what do you think?

Monday, March 9, 2009


"Grace (changed the name) updated gender."

It was of the updates on my bro's orkut home page where it says "Updates from my friends".

Friday, March 6, 2009


George Phillips, an elderly man, from Meridian, Mississippi, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he'd left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. George opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things.

He phoned the police, who asked "Is someone in your house?"

He said "No," but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me.

Then the police dispatcher said "All patrols are busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available."

George said, "Okay."

He hung up the phone and counted to 30.

Then he phoned the police again.

"Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you don't have to worry about them now because I just shot them." and he hung up..

Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips' residence, and caught the burglars red-handed.

One of the Policemen said to George, "I thought you said that you'd shot them!"

George said, "I thought you said there was nobody available!"

Monday, March 2, 2009

Sit in reverie, and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind..

A child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.

Every time I have some moment on a seashore, or in the mountains, or sometimes in a quiet forest, I think this is why the environment has to be preserved.

It is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.

When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing - just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park?