Once upon a time there was Old Bear. He was sad and tired and knew he was too scruffy even for the charity shop.
His arms were wonky, his eyes not right and over many years of cuddling all his fur had been loved off.
Along came Old Mary… she was old too, and sad and tired, but didn’t admit it.
Bits of her didn’t work quite as well as they used to either, and what wouldn’t she give for a cuddle now and then?
With some needles and wool Old Bear was transformed.
He was loved once again. Loved for just being old and therefore special.