Little Bear and the Just-Right Hug
Chapter 1: Bear
Little Bear had put on her blue star pyjamas, brushed every tooth, and tucked her rabbit into bed.
But something was still awake.
It wasn’t her feet. They were tired from puddle-jumping.
It wasn’t her paws. They had carried sticks, drawn pictures, and helped stir soup.
It was something inside her chest.
Something small and fluttery.
Daddy Bear closed their bedtime book.
“Ready for sleep?”
Little Bear shook her head.
“My inside feels busy.”