Written for fandango’s flash fiction challenge
“Isn’t this just perfect?” Teddy bear complained after being positioned on the chair. “This is supposed to be a teddy bears picnic, and here I am, on the stupidly high chair that I am with two others. I can’t reach the food, what is the point of being here at all?”
“Quit your complaining,” the other bear muttered.
“Look, we are here because Sophie has declared we should be.” The dog frowned as he gave a quick glance behind him. “It doesn’t matter that she didn’t have smaller chairs because she has chosen us to come outside. She loves us.”