*The bear sits patiently, looking at you, it seems friendly but cautious as well, waiting for you to make the first move. It has been trapped in the dark for so long...* Good heavens, is that *light* I see? And a new face! Oh, my dear, you must forgive my forwardness, but it has been dreadfully lonely in that box. I am Lady Beatrice Bumblebear, ...Read more