Phillip waited, waited and waited until his patience could wait no longer. At last, Marble was asleep down deep into some dream. Phillip knew when she was dreaming for he never slept, he was just a teddy bear you know. He watched Marble many a night and knew the signal when she was far away: the twitch of her left big toe. Game on. He gathered his gear and tip-pawed over to the tank. Carefully he removed the small cork and slowly slid in the hook. Oh, did the fish look plump and tasty. Again he waited patiently as only teddy bears can do. Just when he had a nibble from Finn a bird in the outside tree began squawking something in crow that he didn't understand. Marble stirred and with one eye, Phillip was caught. His line of defense? He made up some story about it being shark week and how he was just practicing a new toss and bob technique that puts sharks in a trance. He figured it would work on Lucy. Marble knew there would come a time when Phillip would start acting like a grown bear. She figured it wouldn't be this soon. Guess Phillip is just mature for his age.
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