Mrs Brown bent down. “You’re a very small bear,” she said. The bear puffed out its chest. “I’m a very rare sort of bear,” he replied, importantly. “There aren’t many of us left where I come from.”
“Oooh, yes, please. I should like that very much. I’ve nowhere to go and everyone seems in such a hurry.”
“Well, that’s settled then,” said Mrs Brown, before her husband could change his mind. “And you can have marmalade for breakfast every morning. And…,” she tried hard to think of something else that bears might like.
“Every morning?” The bear looked as if it could hardly believe its ears. “I only had it on special occasions at home. Marmalade’s very expensive in Darkest Peru.”
“Then you shall have it every morning starting tomorrow,” continued Mrs Brown. “And honey on Sunday.”
~from Please Look After this Bear