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A Very Berra Holiday
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by Sheila Fleming
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Anna, Betsy, Chris, Danny, Ellen and Finny are six young Berra Bears who are best friends through the good times and the bad. When the young Berra Bears decide to go "share" some holiday spirit with the town meanie, Old Mister Giady, they find out that they have bitten off more than they can chew!
Here's a glimpse into their world.....
The ball of snow curved up, up, up and finally started coming back down, down, down. The snow moved almost in slow motion as the young Berras watched. Then time speeded back up and the snowball made contact with the door.
"Thunk! Splat!" was the noise the snow made against the wood. Danny ran as fast as he could back to where his friends were hiding. He was laughing.
"That was fun! Who's next?"
Ellen's eyes sparkled with just a little fear. "You don't think he will come out?"
"Nah. He won't. Go on." Danny placed some snow in her right paw and gave her a push. She took a step and then looked back. All her friends were urging her on.
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The Macaroni
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All the little Berras went into the store, completely awestruck at the wonderful decorations that were hung from the ceiling boards, the columns, and twirled around the stair banister. Snowflakes, made of a shining white material, appeared to be falling from the sky, strings so thin that they could not be seen from the entrance. All of the Big Berras that worked at FAO Bearowartz stood behind or next to their counters, plastic smiles glued on their faces. Right inside of the entrance, in the middle of the floor, stood a huge present, prettily decorated in colorful Holiday paper with a bow on it as big as the Berra Bears themselves. Around the present stood a gold rope fence, to keep anyone from touching the box. All the kids saw it at the same time.
“Wow! Look at that!” exclaimed Betsy.
“That’s a big present!” Chris said.
“I wonder what’s inside!” yelled Finny, running over to the rope.
Before he could reach the rope and go under it, which we had thought he would do, one of the Berra Bears that worked at Bearowartz stepped in front of the boy.
“Be careful, my dear. No one is allowed to touch the present. Not until the contest is over.”
“I wasn’t going to touch it,” lied Finny, looking up at her innocently. She frowned at him, the lie as obvious as the tailbob on the end of his tail.
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