If Teddy Bears were real....
The world would be a happier place. There would be laughing, cuddly, furry bearsons trotting to and fro, carrying their warmth and love with them to everyone they encounter during their day.
There would be pastel mohair pandas and dark brown alpaca grizzlies seated at the tables in McDonalds eating honey-burgers and french fries. There would be soft, off-white polar bears watching fondly as their cubs scamper in and out of the spray of the fountains at the center of the town, and portly, bespectacled black bear professors reading poetry under the trees in the park. An audience of contented humans and snuggly bruins would listen attentively, applauding in just the right places and never growing bored.
School would be for all - bears and humans alike. And the teddies would tell tales of bear history alongside the human instructors with their stories of The Crusades and journies to the moon and Mankind's frailties and triumphs. All children would learn of the glorious bears of the past - Ursa Major and her smaller sister, Ursa Minor, for whom constellations were named. Papa Bear, Mama Bear and Baby Bear would be as high in stature as George Washington, Elizabeth I and Julius Caesar when it came time to study history. William Shakespeare would be no more important than Winnie the Pooh or the Jungle Book's Baloo when it came to great drama and breath-taking rhyme. "Oh, bother!" would be no less revered than "To be, or not to be".
If teddy bears were real, the world would have much more love. There would be - I'm convinced - less war and strife, less hate and fear, and fewer nightmares. Instead, there would be a comforting furry paw to caress a child's tearstreaked cheek, a warm fuzzy hug to console a mourning adult. There would be honey and hot cocoa instead of narcotics and mind-mazing drinks. There would be soft, ursine laughter instead of the harsh echo of hate-words on the air of our cities. And our countrysides...OH! The joy of watching plump teddies picnicking on the grass and romping in the woods would be so sublime as to soothe the troubled soul of any human too long bereft of comforting companionship.
If teddy bears were real, I'd be greeted every night by joy filled hellos and soft, furry hugs instead of the silence of an empty apartment.
If teddies were real, the world would be a much nicer place.
