Where’s
Teddy?
By Colleen Fisher • Illustrations by Kevin Myers
“Where’s Teddy?” asked Freddy. Mom said “he’s around.”
But Freddy knew Teddy just couldn’t be found. He looked in his closet, found Whily the Fox.
Looked under his bed where he found missing socks!
He looked in his toy box, no Teddy’s not there . . .
Not up on the shelf.
Not under his chair.
Not in any of the usual places to hide. Freddy wondered, just maybe, was Teddy outside?
He ran to the door hearing mom give a shout, “Get your coat and your mittens before you go out.�
As he reached for his coat he could feel something furry, but he couldn’t stop now, he was in such a hurry.
He had to find Teddy and bring him inside. But where in the yard would a teddy bear hide?
Not under the leaves piled high by the tree.
Maybe over the fence where Freddy can’t see.
“Where’s Teddy?” asked Freddy, but no one was near, no one to see as he wiped back a tear.
So he kicked up the leaves and fell onto the mound,
feeling something hard as he reached the ground.
Reaching down through the leaves, he pulled out a pail, then a shovel and finally his boat with a sail.
Better take these inside thought Freddy that day, so I’ll have them next summer when I want to play. So he gathered his toys and headed inside, still wondering where could a teddy bear hide?
Dropping his coat and his hat by the door, Mom said, “Hang them up please, not on the floor.�
But “Look” said Freddy, “I found these outside.”
Then he reached for his hook and his eyes opened wide. And there from his backpack a furry arm hung.
“There’s Teddy!” cried Freddy. He was there all the while.
Freddy turned to see mom looking back with a smile. “I found you old Teddy” said Freddy that day and he gently took Teddy . . . to play.
The End