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Sebastian: A Travelling Bear
Sebastian: A Travelling Bear
Sebastian: A Travelling Bear
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Sebastian: A Travelling Bear

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When Sebastian says he wants to travel, the other toys suggest a trip to the North Pole or the Equator. But Sebastian is just a teddy-bear: how could he possibly go around the world on his own? Fate steps in, and soon he is on an adventure that takes him first to Paris and then on a train bound for Russia. Along the way, he has his portrait painted, joins a circus, becomes a magician’s assistant, and is mistaken for the Abominable Snowman.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherChaplin Books
Release dateJun 2, 2016
ISBN9781911105138
Sebastian: A Travelling Bear
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Alan Field

Alan Field, LL.B (Hons), PgC, MCQI CQP, MIIRSM, AIEMA, GIFireE, GradIOSH is a Chartered Quality Professional, an IRCA Registered Lead Auditor and Member of The Society of Authors. Alan has particular expertise in auditing and third party assessing Anti-bribery Management Systems (ABMS) to BS10500 and counter fraud systems in the public sector to ISO 9001 requirements. Alan has many years’ experience with Quality and Integrated Management Systems in the legal, financial, property services and project management sectors in auditing, assessment and gap analysis roles.

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    Sebastian - Alan Field

    Biffo

    Chapter 1: Making Plans

    I can’t remember when I first thought of becoming a travelling bear instead of one that just simply sits and sits. The trouble with a stuffed bear is really the rain: once you’ve been out in a shower you never feel quite the same again. For one thing your squeaker gets rusty and turns into a croaker. So the first thing I thought of was an umbrella.

    Not, of course, like Amanda’s umbrella: even though it was meant for children it was far too big for a bear. I wanted one meant for a bear. But as Toots said (Toots is one of the menagerie, as Amanda calls us), hanging upside-down from the bookshelf, "That jersey from Auntie Vi was meant for you, but it covers up all your paws and goes round you three times."

    No, it was going to be difficult finding something that would do. Perhaps a sugar bowl? Or a leaf from the African rubber plant in the dining room? Amanda’s Mummy had said it was threatening to take over the whole room so they wouldn’t miss one leaf. And being rubber it would be just the thing.

    Well, that was settled.

    Another thing I fancied was the old brass telescope. It used to belong to a fierce sea captain who came to the house from time to time to see Amanda’s Daddy, but now it was Amanda’s. She had given up using it for seeing the time on the church clock after last Christmas when her Uncle Alec had made her a present of a watch.

    A rather useful thing about the telescope was looking at things through the wrong end. Everything went small. Toots looked just like a mouse and Amanda had to put it away quickly when she heard Muffin the cat coming. And another thing, if you put the telescope to your ear, you could even hear the sea; and that made me even more anxious to set off on my travels.

    Before you go, Diddy said, (Diddy is the baby of the menagerie and fond of making wise remarks on things he knows nothing about), before you go you will need to have a Passport. Fortunately I remembered that Amanda had already made one for me when we were playing Post Offices. The photograph was one she took of me sitting in her bicycle basket just before we had gone shopping. It was rather a good likeness, I thought, and my ears and nose looked particularly fine, though she had insisted that I put on an old pair of Uncle Alec’s spectacles. She said it would give me a distinguished air.

    ... allow the bear to pass freely without let or hindrance and to afford the bear such assistance and protection as may be necessary

    it said, which was very grand.

    PROFESSION: House Bear

    PLACE AND DATE OF BIRTH: Not known

    COUNTRY OF RESIDENCE: England

    HEIGHT: 21 inches

    COLOUR OF EYES: Black

    COLOUR OF HAIR: Golden brown

    SPECIAL PECULIARITIES: Loose stuffing in right paw

    On the cover of the passport, it said ‘Sebastian’. Of course, Sebastian wasn’t my original name. I found my original name on a little label on my paw: it was ‘Genuine Kapok’. Rather majestic as names go, but I think I prefer the one Amanda gave me, even though it was not quite as exclusive.

    The passport said - in the part marked Profession - ‘House Bear’. Well, I was going to change all that. When I came back from wherever I was going they would have to call me ‘Travelling Bear’. The trouble was I had not really made up my mind exactly where I was going.

    The North Pole, said Toots, and then you could see some Pole-a-bears.

    The Quator, said Diddy, trying out a word he could just see inside Amanda’s geography book.

    The Equator isn’t a place, silly, said Toots. It’s a menagerie line drawn around the earth’s tummy.

    It’s too hot anyway, I said, remembering that I would probably have to take off my jersey and then everybody would see that the fur had worn off my chest. I think I prefer a temperate zone, I said loudly, and both bears went very quiet. Of course, they had never heard of a temperate zone: neither had I really, but I could just see it in Amanda’s book next to ‘Equator’.

    Diddy changed the subject: he always does when there is something he does not understand. Our subjects get changed every few minutes.

    Amanda’s coming, he said, pointing a paw towards the stairs.

    It was bedtime. We always had to pretend to share Amanda’s cocoa or warm milk, and then she would choose one of us to take to bed. Being the biggest bear, I usually sat up guarding at the bottom of her bed.

    Amanda knew there was excitement in the air as soon as she came into the nursery.

    What have you bears been up to? she asked, putting her head on one side and giving us a quizzical smile. Of course, we could not answer even though we could understand: that’s the trouble with being a stuffed bear. We all looked rather guilty but I couldn’t prevent my eyes from twinkling - a bad habit because it always gives me away. She soon found the travel leaflets and the geography book, which Toots was sitting on.

    So you want to go and seek your fortune, do you? she said, looking rather sternly through all the papers. "Well, I suppose if Puss in Boots can do it, you can. But first of all we must make a

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