Omar and Bear loved the elephant ride up to the Amber Fort.  They both held on very tight, falling off was not an option .
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I am just so excited, I have been helping Omar wrap Christmas presents, I wonder who they are for? Perhaps there will be one for me, Honey I hope!
















London 1990's .... Omar had often dreamed of travelling to far off lands. Not once in his wildest dreams did he think they  would be realized. Until one day he received a mystery parcel in the post.  On opening, he finds a letter address to him, inside the parcel with the letter,  a Bear waiting to be lifted out.  From that day on, his life and views of life started to change forever.


 In the corner of the room was a round rush basket.   Bear had
noticed it before. Beside the basket was an instrument of sorts, a long pipe with a bulbous centre, with holes along it.  The basket must have something fragile inside as it had been so gently placed on the floor.   The others had gone outside to watch the sun go down, Bear, lying beside the basket, decided to take a small peep.  He gently pushed up on the lid, his eyes peering into the darkness inside. To his horror, two eyes peered back.  A loud HISSSSSS froze him rigid. He felt hypnotised staring, staring straight at the thing.  Then, fast as lightning, he felt something slide around him, pulling him into the basket.
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  The journey seemed endless. The noise, the smell, the sudden stops and starts terrified Bear. Then it came to an  end as abruptly as it had started, only this time Bear and Omar were shot in the opposite direction. Bear almost catapulted out of the back pack, held on only by his toes. Omar jumped up, at the same time jolting Bear back in position. The doors once again opened, and to Bear's relief, they jumped off.


"Well Bear, what do you think of the train ride? Cool or what?"  Bear was too shaken to think anything at all.


  I am just so happy, Omar found two Nepalese small  friends for me at the Christmas Fair,they were orphans looking for a new home, Omar immediately thought of me, they can be my companions and live with me and Omar, then while Omar is out and working or doing his studies which seem to take for ever I will not be alone.  The little white dog is Ziggy, the very small Bear, at least I think he is a Bear, I do not like to ask, his coat is rather strange compared to mine, I think they call  it knitted. Anyway his name is Tiffin.

Here we are back home having a rest after all the excitment of the day.