Bear with me...

Bear with me the note on my doormat said. I hoped it wasn't a message from Paddington and meant he was left behind on a station again. There was no address where to find him meaning I had to sniff around before leaving. I wondered how that bear could still be alive after all those years of being left behind, pandemics and big city life. I checked the note again.

Bear with me ... what was that tiny word in the right corner while?

I knew enough the old bear was in trouble after decennia he still didn't know how to handle or better deal with his childhood mistakes.

Good to see you dragon, the old bear yelled. I am glad you figured out where I went.

What's that rope around your neck for, I like to know.

It's to keep me safe and out of trouble.

The old bear paused... It isn't a rope but a lifeline. Can you hold on while I grab the honey from the bees?

While circling above his head I stared at the fat bear hanging around in a tree. Poor tree, I thought and, poor bees.

Pad old lad you know what happened with stupid Pooh, you shouldn't do that those bees won't appreciate it!

Hold on Dragon, bear with me while I finish the job you'll see it's worth the flight over here. Man, it smells delicious.

Bear's claws reached for the hive and grabbed it while trying to shake off the furious bees.

Dragon I believe they are crazy, can you distract them, the old bear cried out.

What? How should I do that? Flying, holding on to the lifeline and distracting hundreds of bees at the same time.

You remember I am red right, I screamed to the cloud of bees teaching Paddington a lesson.

With a bang, the old bear landed on the ground and made the three shake like a stormy wind. Off he ran, holding on to the hive while he pulled me with him as if I were a balloon floating in the sky.

Those bees looked fanatic and I couldn't blame them. Sorry, ladies I thought, but I have to save my old friend. He really should change his lifestyle instead of letting go of the wild.

I flapped my wings and reached the sky holding on to the rope my old friend wore around his neck. I hoped he would turn out strong enough to survive the journey through the cold air.

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Aah, this is life, Paddington said with delight as he stood with both paws on the cliffs where I had dropped him. With a blissful expression, he lay down on the ground as the sun shone on him. One of his paws was stuck in the beehive that he hadn't forgotten.

Let's eat, you deserve something tasty.

His tongue licked his claw which was covered in honey. Not much later he had served the honey. Two bees buzzed dizzy in front of his face.

Come on my best friend. You saved my life again, you deserve something nice.

I stared at the paw underneath my nose and didn't say what he should have known all along, that I don't have a sweet tooth and would have loved to have a bite. After all, I am a meat eater. How I wished he stopped moving his claw.