A funny, little, heartwarming thing has been happening at the City of Books recently. Staffers have been inspired by the book Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories: A Tribute to the Threadbare Companions of Childhood, and started sharing stories of their own fuzzy, ratty, stuffed friends.
Today, in Part 2 of our Dirty Wow Wow extravaganza, I give you Powell's employee Allen, of our sorting department, who shares his story of Mr. Bear.
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For the first few years of my life Mr. Bear protected me from the evil machinations of the dark things lurking under my big boy bed, and the Deda, a bloated, malicious pixie that lived in the scrap woodpile in my back yard. The Deda hated three-year-olds; Mr. Bear hated the Deda, and eventually destroyed it with his plastic paws. We were inseparable. Mr. Bear was even nearby during bath times, making sure that there were no sharks swimming beneath the suds, intent on pulling me down the drain.
Mr. Bear was eventually killed by slobber and teething and countless impromptu surgeries. He was laid to rest in a cedar chest, until he was exhumed by my sister many years later. His resurrection might be fortuitous; there's a plethora of Dedas and sharks in the world needing a good smack down. Evil doers beware!
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Stay tuned for more posts about Powell's staffer's "Dirty Wow Wows." And tell us about your own!
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