Lost and Layla

I have always been one to pick up lost toys on the street. I have a few that live in my car, a ninga turtle, and a spiderman without a head. There has been many lost toys in my life, can't think of them all at this moment. The other night me and my grandaughter Layla were walking down the street looking for the moon. There lying on the sidewalk was a lost bear. "Mum-mum, Mum-mum can I take him home, I feel bad for him". Oh my, was my thought, "he probably belongs to someone that lives on this street, we can't take him". "Lets leave him here by this pole and we will see if he is still here tomorrow". We both agreed whoever lost him is very sad and may come looking for him. Well the next day when Layla's brother was walking home from school the bear was still there, same place. Joey brought him home with him knowing of the story. Layla was happy but was a bit upset because he smelled kinda funky. "We will wash him tomorrow Layla", said Mum-mum.

... So check in tomorrow, I'm certain it will be another teddy blip... :)

Forgot to mention, we named him Lost...