World War Two Teddy.

Escaping



He knows not any fear, no camp can hold him, he is a
master of disguise, an ace tunneller. Unfortunately he ate
too much honey on an afternoon in 1945 and fell asleep.
He does not know the Second World War is over.
Here we see him intrepidly eluding the Germans again during 2004
for the fiftieth time. Note the steely glare of defiance.



He is especially good at reconnoitering, here we see him doing
just that, avidly surveying his surroundings for an alternative fleeing route,
and food. Not necessarily in that order you understand. He seems
to take special notice of bees.



Having navigated the perimeter fence he now perches precariously
on the gates of freedom.



Where can he now find sanctuary and food plus shelter.
He is a master of disguise and expert tunneller, and
his only known weaknesses are being that little short sighted,
and incredibly dim.



But theres no time to dally now.
As luck would have it, there is an old motor bike
nearby, with the keys in the ignition, and note saying
I like teddies on it.

He leaves that one and takes the red one next to it,
pausing only to pose photogenically.



Then he is off, carefully looking out for tanks and troops,
who must have been alerted to his bid for freedom by now.



He takes what seems to be a pretty safe road, as
the English have banned tanks down here for now,
the only danger being if a German officer living
along here had borrowed a tank for the weekend.



Almost immediately he feels the need for a quick dismount
but the toilets are fraught with danger, even for intrepid
and fearless tunnelling teddies.
However its still daylight so he chances his arm.





Just in the nick of time. The friendly guard dog Maggie
appears just as he leaves. That is her smiling.
Time for a sharp exit.


He finds Fergal the Frog ready for release from the dark pond down
the dire and dull lane, and leaps off the bike to join him on his leap for freedom.
Leaping here, and leaping there, always leaping everywhere.



They hitch a ride on the beach from a beached whale, and its home
in time for tea now for our persistant pair, only fifty nine years two hours
late, only his fiftieth escapade. What an evasive teddy.

All in the days work for a Steiff.