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A certain Polar Bear, namely Blanket Ted, was wedged. Wedged can mean so many things. You can have a potato wedge or maybe a wedge of cheese. If you’re American you might use a wedge of butter unlike us Brits who prefer a Knob…
Blanket was wedged but he wasn’t a wedge of butter, a potato wedge or, as far as he knew, a wedge of cheese. He was wedged under a mattress and every time Laurie moved, Blanket got a little bit more wedged. His face was wedged so hard it was almost pushed out the back of his head. By now Blanket was asleep, his legs were wedged over his shoulders so his head was stuck between them. His left arm was stuck in his mouth and he couldn’t find his right. Suddenly the mattress heaved upwards and Blanket was un-wedged. His legs popped back over his shoulders, he spat out his arm and finally re-arranged his face.
“It must be the morning,” he thought. Finally he could break free and be wedged no longer. He could live a happy, wedge-free life…
Then he heard the ominous flush of the toilet. Uh oh!
The flush meant that morning had not arrived, Laurie would be returning, he had to get out. There were wooden slats that the mattress rested on. Blanket decided that he could probably slip between them to safety. Oh how wrong he was. He began pushing with all the might of his wadding. His head was through and his left arm, he was still having trouble finding his right. And then, a muffled thump and,
“Fupid door, I’ll teach you to crush bloody nose which happens to now be bleeding! You fupid flab of tree!
“Stupid flab of tree?” Blanket was confused, “humans can hardly talk! Going around calling trees fat…My Grandmother was fat, so…(sob) flabby” Laurie yammered on about how he was going to take all trees to caught and fire-axe his way through the rainforests and Blanket sat on the bed mourning the lives of whales, wondering what the physical differences between flab and blubber were. And whether he was flabby or blubbery…or was that just a burst seam?
Laurie, in his early teenage years, was just getting to grips with loss of limb control and forgetting how to work simple things like doors and toasters. He opened the door after kicking it a few times and then complaining again about his,
“Flaming nose!” He approached the bed. This was it, the end of the line, over the top. Blanket had only half his fluffiness through the slats and was about to be wedged again. Looks grim, eh? Fortunately (which is strange because Blanket has never had any good fortune in his life) the laws of gravity were on his side. Even though he didn’t know what they were. As Laurie plonked his buttocks on the bed the mattress closed in on Blanket. It hit his legs and squashed them. They disappeared inside his fluff. The weight of the bed on his legs pinged him out from between the slats. He hurtled at a hundred…moles an hour… very quickly through the air and hit the window. As he hit his legs popped out of his fluff and his face got flattened, again.
A passing crow (Blanket had had bad experiences with crows) saw the bear plastered to the window and dived for him. Blanket screamed squeaked! The crow closed in, the Polar Bear closed his eyes! Then, there was a loud bang and the window shook. Blanket Ted opened his eyes and saw the crow slowly sliding down the window in front of him, leaving a trail of ‘strawberry jam’ behind it.
“I wasn’t worried, not worried…” Still, Blanket jumped down from the window and made a mental note to add it to the list of ‘Things That Worried Him’.
