Napoleon Bearnaparte

By Miki de Goodaboom

Our bear family has grown a lot in the last months. I was very busy with some painting projects, and still am, but now I have decided to take 2 weeks to catch up with painting some of our new bears. A portrait is a portrait, be it of a person or of a Teddy bear. Painting them if for me the best way to get really close to them, to look into their soul. Because in case you don’t know it: Teddy Bears have got a soul, a wonderful one!

I started the two weeks painting Shakesbear giving writing lessons to my Teddy Truffle McFurry.

My mother, who is a very nice 92 old lady, always loved dolls (not like me) and did not really know Teddies. But with me, she got to know them, as I always bring some of her grand-children with me to her. She has caught the bug now, and always get me some new. This is how, partly, my bear family increased so much!

She recently saw Napoleon Bearnaparte on the net (yes, she is a profi with the internet, needed a tablet and just a bit more than one year to learn it all) and wanted me to have him. In memory of my brother, who recently passed away and loved Napoleon. She too likes Napoleon. I am a bit embarrassed about that, as I am not sure Napoleon was a good person… but one can admire him for his military skills, I suppose.

Anyway, my Napoleon Bearnaparte is a good person, and certainly looks infinitely cuter than the original one!

 

Napoleon Bearnaparte S

 

Shakesbear

By Truffle McFurry

(Illustration by Miki de Goodaboom)

Hallo everybody!

I told you millions of times, I am writing books right now. And I need them to be best-sellers, because I want to buy a castle where all abandoned Teddy Bears of the world could live.

Buy my Mom Miki de Goodaboom says, it is difficult to write a best-seller. So, she has decided to invite the Great Shakesbear at our home in Spain, to give me lessons about how to write a best-seller.

I had 2 lessons already. When I have my lessons, I am wearing my school boy uniform. Well, I never was at a real school, so I don’t have a school uniform, but we looked in my wardrobe and put something smart together.

The first lesson was while my parents were swimming. When they came back home my Mom asked me  how the lesson was, and I told her it was great and exciting. But she looked at me with her big brown eyes. She did not understand one word! My Dad told her that I was speaking all Shakesbearean suddenly!

Love you all, take care, xx

Truffle

 

Shakesbear And Truffle McFurry S