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Winnie: My Dream |
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Written by Yvonne Tan
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Tuesday, 19 September 2006 |
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It all started back when I graduated from the factory like all the other bears.
Everyone has his own dream; having a dream house, getting a birthday present or Christmas present, being pretty like Miss Universe, even of becoming a zillionaire. Whatever everyone’s dream is, it encourages one to move on in life. An old bear like me is not exceptional. I have a dream too. My dream is to have someone who loves me for what I am.
It all started back when I graduated from the factory like all the other bears. As you should have noticed, there are so many other different types of bears out there in the market. Some are furry. Some have big eyes. Some have ribbons around their neck. Some even have jackets on them. A small bear like me often goes unnoticed. It seemed a dreadful situation. I had been anticipating to show off my skills so that all those hardships and tiring training sessions in the factory were made worthwhile.
Reality always hurts, doesn’t it? Soon, all my other buddies were grabbed off the shelves while I was still sitting miserably. Tell me, what could a cute and intelligent bear like me do in a carnival? What a waste! Apart from the smile on my face, people seemed to not be interested or need my skills. Life was so disappointing. Each passing day was wasted just by watching people fooling around with silly swimming ducks and ooooh….. those horrible looking bomb balls. How I wish I could be like those people playing!
One particular day, I saw a couple walking by the booth. Another foolish people to pay and get nothing, I thought. Hey, don’t frown at me! This is a carnival where only side gets everything and the other side gets nothing.
I think the couple must've been passing by only to enjoy the excitement around the carnival. Their looks and simple attires showed they were not so rich. Maybe they wouldn’t waste their money here after all.
Oh no! The guy was taking out five dollars. He’s going to lose that money, for sure. I did not want him to; he seemed a nice guy, and I did not want him to be cheated. Suddenly, I felt very protective towards him. I liked him and the sweet girl beside him. Leave here quickly, I wanted to scream.
I saw them coming near. Had they heard me after all? It couldn’t be because I myself did not hear my own voice. BIG MISTAKE! They handed the money to the man owning the stall where I was. I dreaded the moment they took those horrible looking bomb balls. I closed my eyes and prayed really hard. Before I realized what happened, their turn was over. I opened my eyes and found the girl looking at me with her big, starry eyes.
“Darling, don’t you think he is so cute?” the girl squealed excitedly. I heard that alright. Me? Cute? Oh, thank you very much for saying that. If only I could get more honey with praises like that, I would try really hard to smile more.
While I was dreamy with my superb imagination of world class honey, I was already being scooped up and handed over to the girl. For the first time in my bear life, I felt so warm and loved. It’s not that I mind following a pretty, sweet girl home. Just that…. why didn’t they show up earlier? Never mind, I have the rest of my life ahead. I thought to myself and smiled. What had I to lose?
To be continued in the next story…
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