The Typing Teddy Bears

Typing teddies talk. Their furry hands have great speeds over keys. Perfectly adjusted to any form of typewriter, word processor, laptop and keyboards, or the modern computer touch screens. They work so well that Mr pigeon became quite hypnotized with their fur dashing across the keys. Similar to a glass elevator with a hundred stuffed toys of all descriptions shooting up the side of a very tall building at high speed. The toys were off to the helipad then off to see a show of the shoes and boots on the little island off the coast. It was all exciting. They could not wait. The show began with the little pink boot dance. It had been well rehearsed and choreographed and choreographers were known as champion cartwheeling creators of clapping. The little pink boots exited the stage after a bow and curtsey and wave. Then the wait was on for the main act. The toys in the audience came from every single country. And were full of excitement for they had waited a long time to witness the fine spectacle. Then at last. Over six seconds later here they were. The stilettos burst onto the stage clicking in time to the drums of the wellington boots. Wow. They were illuminated by the leather light team whose sound and lights brought the show to life. Spotlight now on two pairs of fluffy slippers who captivated the audience through their waltz then levitated right above the crowds. The oohs and aaahs from the toys were heard from space. Then it was the synchronized swimming sandals. Sandals were not scandals, shipwrecked shirts nor stubborn safes. Instead they whirled around and around and around to the beautiful harp music from the angler's chest waders which fresh from the water could produce a lovely lively tinkling tune. The highlight of the show was when the moon boots made a magical mist and lifted the audience and moved them around. The toys shrieked in excitement. Then at the end of the show. The sunset brought colours into the garlands and the garlands greeted giggling giant ocelots. The teddies pulled out the final sentence. Mr Pigeon had long gone to sleep. And it was nearly midnight after all. The teddies pulled themselves to their feet after saving their works. It was a great story that should go down well at the toy ball later this month. Great. Told is to tell and to tell is to talk. And the teddies slept and dreamt of future tales to write and relate. Ha the books bringing bingo buffalos. Ha the sharpeners sailing swiftly down the roads. Xxxxx Ancestors. Xxxx anthropology. Z with a spoon in a moon dance with several forks and cheese slice grins. Z