A stretch perhaps on the theme, but here's the story. I found PB at a garage sale in the late 60's just when I was starting to collect bears. You mean someone was letting this little guy go????? I rescued him and put him in my jean pocket. From then on he was with me a lot when the boys were little. He would talk to them when we went on errands or were riding in the car. He had a way of making the time go by when the boys got tired of running errands or waiting in line at the "drug store"! I think I probably carried him for about 5-6 years every day! The boys still remember pocket bear!
That's my story and I'm stickin to it!