Dada, tell me a story

A Beginning

The Walk

Once upon a time, there were two teddy bears that lived in a large and beautiful forest. Lavender Bear was known as such because of her beautiful lavender hair. Lady Bear had got her name because she was such a little lady. Her skin was covered in music and her life was a dance filled with song.

One day, Lady Bear and Lavender Bear went for a walk in the woods that made up their home. They were talking, as friends often do.

“What do you want to do today?” Lavender Bear asked?

“I want to go to the magic glade where Faerie gather and watch them dance in the full moon light!” replied Lady Bear.

“Well, that’s fine wants it gets dark, but since the sun has barely come up, it will be quite a while until the moon is in the sky again. What do you want to do now?’ Lavender asked, emphasizing the last word with what could almost be considered a whine.

“Well, I am enjoying our walk. Let us go down to the honey tree and see if the bees will share with us this morning. Maybe they will have gotten over that silly Pooh creature stuffing himself in their front door.”

This sounded good to Lavender as well, so they crossed the stream and took the path that would bring them alongside the honey tree.

Now, of truth were to be told, Lady wasn’t worried about the honey. In fact, she didn’t really care for honey. It was too sweet and sticky, and often got on her fine skin and was difficult to get off. However, she also didn’t want to see Lavender get into one of her fine pouts this early in the morning and thought it was best to direct her energies into an activity the Lady knew Lavender would enjoy. And Lavender did enjoy her honey.

“Besides,” thought Lady, “it is indeed a beautiful day for a walk, and the trail beside the stream down to the honey tree is such a pleasant walk.”

Indeed it was. The two friends walked through fields of the lavender fully in bloom, which made Lavender giggle and be silly. Next they walked through a clearing with lilacs that Lady thought were the most beautiful, best smelling, bushes in existence. Truth be told, they both were having a fine morning of it.

The Finding

As they rounded a corner of the path, both bears came to a stop in open mouthed amazement. For there directly in their path was a beautiful pale blue egg. It was a large egg too. Lavender thought it was big enough for a moose to come out of. Lady patiently explained that meese did not come from eggs. But maybe it was big enough for an ostrich. Or maybe a condor. Or possibly, (she said with a shutter) a double wattled cassowary.

This thought made Lavender a bit nervous, for any of those birds could make a quick supper of a little bear, and – as everyone knew – cassowaries were just plain mean. Lady explained to Lavender, quite patiently if she did say so herself, that although Lavender was quite right in that an adult of any of those species would be extremely dangerous to the little bears, that what came out of that egg would be quite to small and harmless to hurt them for quite some time.

“Well then,” said Lavender, “what should we do about it? Maybe the parents will come back soon and then we’ll be in for it.”

Lady thought about it for a moment. “Why don’t we hide back in those trees. We can climb into the middle and as they’re a nice type of spruce, we shall be quite hidden. Then we can watch for the parents without being seen. If the parents don’t come back for it, maybe we could take it home with us. It is quite pretty you know.”

Lavender could easily see Lady’s point and at the thought of being ensconced in the fragrant bower of the spruce bows, readily agreed.

So the two little bears climbed up into one of the larger trees and waited. It wasn’t long before the music of the wind whistling through the branches and the sweet spruce scent soothed Lavender’s nerves and began to have a soporific effect on both of the little bears. As they drifted off to sleep, neither of them noticed the large shadow that circled the glade twice and then shot off for the hills.

The Taking

Later in the morning, as the bears awoke from their nap, they quietly talked in the branches of the large spruce, as they nibbled the fragrant little berries.

Lady suggested that they keep watch until the sun was directly overhead, and then if the parents hadn’t returned, they take the egg home with them. Lavender thought that, while the taking sounded fine, she didn’t want to be on the trail with a pilfered egg that early in the day. Lady could see the wisdom in this counsel, so they decided that they would wait until the first gray of dusk came over the forest. Of course, this would mean Lady would miss her Faerie dance, but in this instance, that was readily acceptable. Besides, the tree was so comfortable, and the two friends so amiable, that the day quickly passed and soon it was time to put their plan into action.

Lady, being the braver (and easily the smarter) of the two, quietly approached the egg. She put her little paw upon the shell and noticed that, while it was neither hot nor cold, there definitely was a sense of life about it. In fact, when she removed her paw, it felt as if the world had become a little more mundane. Lady repeated the process several times and came to the conclusion that the egg did create a deeper field of sensations. She called Lavender over and asked her to try it.

As Lavender placed her little paw on the egg, her eyes grew wide with wonder.

“It’s like someone replaced my boring vanilla ice cream with some yummy peach!” gasped Lavender breathlessly. While Lady quite enjoyed her vanilla ice cream, she understood her friend’s meaning.

“Well, as there doesn’t seem to be anybody worrying about this little guy, let’s take it home with us,” said Lady Bear.

“Yes, let’s,” replied Lavender.

Between the two of them, they really didn’t have much trouble carrying the large egg on the easy path back to their home.

Their home resided in a large beech tree on the edge of a mountain meadow filled with heather. The lilac here were just starting to bloom and they both thought they had the nicest home in the forest.

When they arrived back at their beech, they dug a shallow hole near the stream, lined it with comfy fragrant pine needles, layered some soft heather on top of that, and then gently placed the egg in its new bed. They covered the egg with a light linen blanket, for it was a tad cool that evening, and went to bed.

The Hatching

The next morning when the two little bears awoke, they immediately ran outside to check on the egg. The first thing they noticed was that the egg had rolled and moved until the blanket had been thrown off. The egg now also faced the opposite way in its little bed.

“How strange,” said Lady Bear.

“How scary,” thought Lavender Bear.

Well, the two little bears decided they had best stay at the beech until the egg hatched. They took turns touching it and making little cooing noises at it.

The two little bears were surprised, however, when that very afternoon, a thin crack showed up on the eggs sky blue shell. At first Lady thought Lavender might have been being too rough with it, but as the little egg began to rock and shimmy, she felt bad for her harsh thoughts.

The hatching happened rather more quickly than either little bear had anticipated. Soon, before their astonished eyes stood a little dragon, about the size of a large kitten. He had shiny black skin (skin, NOT scales) with a little silver crest that ran the length of its body. It’s eyes were a beautiful sapphire and had an abundance of intelligence in them.

The two little bears, while greatly amazed, were thrilled at this addition to their little family. They held the little dragon, cooed at him, stroked the little ridges over his eyes and stroked the soft (but long) throat under its chin.

“I want to name her Heather!” declared Lavender.

Before Lady could comment on this, the little dragon made a little snort of displeasure (at which a small stream of smoke exuded from it’s nostrils).

“I am a drake, not a hen. It would be well for you to know that dragon’s choose their own names. I am … Sebastian,” both bears heard in their heads rather clearly.

“Umm…. we’ve never met a dragon before Sebastian. We’re sorry if we’ve offended you,” said Lady

“Think nothing of it wise little mother. You have been most generous in your care of me to this point, and I’m sure I will benefit greatly during my time with you. And if I had been a hen, I might very well have chosen Heather, or perhaps Viola, as a name gentle little mother,” Sebastian directed at Lavender.

Both little bears beamed with joy at the dragon’s courteous and pleasant address. (And both secretly thought they had received the better name, but that is because he had captured each of their natures so precisely.)

Sebastian grew from an infant into a strapping young lad. By the time he was 6 months old, he had grown from a small little dragon, to a fearless creature of 11 lbs. (And little did the bears know, hadn’t even hit his first growth spurt yet.) He was beginning to fly and could now vocalize as well as use his mind speech.

As time passed the little bears and their dragon son had many adventures and wonderful experiences. Some were scary, and others were funny.

Would you like to hear them?

Then hear them you shall…. BUT, it will need to be another night because you need your sleep little one. Your mama bear and I love you.

Goodnight my little dragon.

~ by odin1eye on 2 May, 2009.

4 Responses to “Dada, tell me a story”

  1. Awww!!! That’s awesome! I wanna hear more!!!

    (And I LOVE that you called him Sebastian!)

    • LOL, Thanks Val. I’ve liked that name for a long time, and since the hobbit cartoon (which I have to admit I saw after reading the book, dragons have a slight feline quality in my mind. With two nice people I know naming their Sebastian, it just felt appropriate.

      AND, I have to admit, I had so much fun writing that one, it might be the first in a series… we’ll see how it goes over before I commit to posting the rest.

  2. What a soothing and detailed story…my little girl would enjoy listening to me read your stories…keep sharing!

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