1940's teddy bear missing almost all his fur

by christian
(Edmonton Alberta Canada )

I really need help identifying this bear it has extremely high sentimental value to my grampa and I want to see if I can find a new one just like it. he is about a foot tall with stubby limbs and he is fairly thin. this is al of the information that I have so if anyone can find anything that would be great
I don't have anything else to say but it says I need at least 400 words so I am writing random things.
Now here's a short story: Two Brutal Uncles Swimming to the Beat
by invested

Jeff Zeus looked at the spotty newspaper in his hands and felt confident.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his picturesque surroundings. He had always loved magical Athens with its shaky, super swamps. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel confident.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Andy Russell. Andy was a selfish painter with fragile toenails and brown elbows.

Jeff gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a caring, intelligent, brandy drinker with beautiful toenails and fluffy elbows. His friends saw him as a deep, dripping dolphin. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a rotten disabled person.

But not even a caring person who had once made a cup of tea for a rotten disabled person, was prepared for what Andy had in store today.

The rain hammered like singing snakes, making Jeff worried.

As Jeff stepped outside and Andy came closer, he could see the slow glint in his eye.

"Look Jeff," growled Andy, with a proud glare that reminded Jeff of selfish koalas. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a kiss. You owe me 1810 1/16 of a dragon."

Jeff looked back, even more worried and still fingering the spotty newspaper. "Andy, oh my God they killed Kenny," he replied.

They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two repulsive, regurgitated rabbits eating at a very gentle wedding, which had jazz music playing in the background and two brutal uncles swimming to the beat.

Jeff regarded Andy's fragile toenails and brown elbows. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

Andy glared. "Do you want me to shove that spotty newspaper where the sun don't shine?"

Jeff promptly remembered his caring and intelligent values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Andy looked sneezy, his wallet blushing like a slippery, slobbering sausage.

Then Andy came inside for a nice glass of brandy.

THE END

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