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Back in bed, with Bearry securely under his arm, the shadows didn't look scary anymore. They just looked like shadows. Remo smiled, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep, knowing the best guardian in the world was back on duty. If you liked this, I can: Write a for Bearry and Remo. Make the story shorter or longer .

He closed his eyes and tried to remember the last time he felt Bearry’s soft fur. He remembered the snack. He remembered the tag. And then, he remembered the second snack. "The laundry basket!" Remo whispered.

Inside the fort? No. Behind the couch? Just a lost Lego. The Bathroom: On the sink? Nope. Bearry

After a long day of building pillow forts, chasing imaginary dragons, and eating peanut butter crackers, six-year-old Remo was ready for bed. He brushed his teeth— chka-chka-chka —put on his rocket ship pajamas, and hopped into bed.

"Bearry!" Remo cheered, grabbing his friend and giving him a massive squeeze. Back in bed, with Bearry securely under his

Remo’s hand met empty air. He sat up. He looked left. He looked right. He looked under the cozy blue blanket. Bearry was not there. "Bearry?" Remo asked, his voice shaking just a little.

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Mom appeared in the doorway. "Oh no! Where did you have him last?"