“Whatever is all this about, Posh?” Asked Theo as he sat down with his friends.
“It is the man; he does this every week. He gets that picture taking thingy out on three legs, has an argument with it, and then after pushing a button or two he goes back to the comfuser machine on his desk to create a wonderful picture. The problem is that he always fails and the picture is not wonderful, but that is of no fault of whom he takes pictures of.” Explained Barnaby.
“I realise that, well most of it, but what is it with all this light in here? It is brighter than when the ball of yellow is in the air.”
“I think it is because he is getting very old, Theo, and he can’t see as well as he did once upon a time.” Said Sky looking around and expecting every bear to agree.
“Mind, it would be dark in here if he did not have all these lights on and I think I saw his picture taking thingy flash a light too.” Added Posh Bear who was also confused by all this.
“It does seem strange though, when a bear thinks about it. I mean it has taken him ages to put all those lights up on the stands, plug them all into the walls and get us placed just as he wants, only to produce rubbish pictures.” Said Theo thinking out aloud.
“Be fair, Theo, they might not be good, but I do not think of them as rubbish. After all they do have us on them, so they can’t be rubbish.” Said Bertie.
“True, I suppose. I wonder why he does it though. I mean, like every few days he sits us all down here and sets this picture taking thingy up on the three legs and tried to take our picture. He usually fails, well so I understand, and yet is ready to go again in a few days.” Said Theo.
“He is a tryer, I will give him that much. Barnaby, have you thought any more about becoming a chicken?” Asked Sky changing the subject.
“I have ruled it out of my plans for my future, Sky. There are no advantages for a bear in becoming a chicken. I asked around and no bear had ever heard of a chicken that was a genius. So, as I am going to be a genius like you, Sky, I am working on other ideas.”
“Interesting, what plans are they, Barnaby?” Asked Posh Bear feeling a little concerned suddenly.
“I thought I might become a genius picture taker, Posh. I could borrow what the man has, only use it properly, and then I thought if, no when, I got expert, I could even show the man what he is doing wrong.”
“Might be easier to show him what little he is doing right.” Said Theo stifling a giggle.
“Sounds like a plan, Barnaby. Do you think you could manage the things the man uses; I mean they look heavy?” Asked Bertie.
“I did wonder about that, but thought if I ate lots and lots of honey, even more than Sky does, I might get to be strong enough to use it.”
“Steady on there, Barnaby, why not… erm, use smaller stuff that you can handle and eat far less honey. I do not think eating lots and lots of honey is a good idea at all.” Said Sky looking worried.
“Brilliant, Sky, I suppose that is why you are a genius and I still have a little way to go. I think using smaller stuff is a much better idea.”
Sky breathes a sigh of relief and the rest of the bears start to laugh.
