The adventures of George

My grandchildren have favourite toys, as do children all over the world.

C has Big Ted.

As his name implies, he is big, well bigger then your average teddy bear.

Big Ted came to America with the family when we visited for Christmas 2008.

He added quite a bit to our carry-on luggage, but he was invaluable in helping a little boy to settle in numerous different beds and to sleep on many flights on that trip.

Miss P has Oscar.

I know that Grannies aren't supposed to have favourites, but Oscar is mine.

[I guess it doesn't really matter as it is only a toy!]

Oscar is also quite large, and has a wonderful shape. He has a longish neck, just right for a little girl to put in the crook of her arm to carry him, and a tear shaped body.

His head wobbles around and his body jiggles as she runs.

Then there is George.

He belongs to Jont.

George was given to Jont by Aunty Cass and while he is is much smaller than Big Ted and Oscar, he is just as precious.

He is a monkey, and is a bit like a stick, with long arms and legs and a thin, grey tail.

George came to stay with Grannie when Jont had a sleepover this week.

George got to play in the garden with Jont and Miss P and Oscar, and George went missing.

We searched everywhere for him.

[well, we retraced our steps, and searched the house and as much of my large garden as possible........ there a lot of places a small brown stick like toy could be hiding at my place]

Sadly Jont had to go home without George.

That night he requested Dogga as his bedtime story, the tale of a little boy who looses his stuffed toy called Dogga.

There were many tears.

[As is fitting in a childrens book, there is redemption in the story, Dogga is returned.]

Grannie searched the garden again the next morning without success, only to spy him sitting on a tree stump, as she drove down the driveway on her way out to run some errands.

He had been carefully placed there by his owner, to free up his little hands to collect stones and weeds.

Grannie put George in the car............

and drove him to Jonts house to be re-united with his owner.

[Jont was out so I left George on the doorstep]

The reunion was fittingly excited and affectionate......

and Jont was keen to assure Grannie that he didn't mean to loose him....

and that he will take good care of him....

and can he come and stay again????

[if you know Jont you will understand that he has a lot to say]

The End.