Bear Hunt

It’s warm in the cottage in Cornwall.

I use the machine and make a coffee.

I go to say good morning to the kids in the garden.

Headphones on, their eyes are glued to screens playing games or watching videos, I cannot tell.

“Oh no, a bear trap!” one exclaims loudly.

“We’re peeing on a bear trap, we’re going to lose our dinkles” the other unconsciously sings to the tune of We’re Going on a Bear Hunt.

I take my coffee to the patio.

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