Sunday 28 October 2012

A Daring Rescue

Hi all, two posts in two weeks - wonders will never cease! (Watch it!)

This week we were off to Germany.  He doesn't work on Fridays, so what were we doing working in Munich on Friday? (You may well ask bear. Sometimes I just do - Sigh).

Anyway we flew out on Thursday and I was safely tucked into his bag with my book to read. All very nice and not at all forgetful, otherwise he'd have never heard the end of it.  He ought to understand that our heads may be full of fluff, but we have LONG memories.  (I do understand, and I try not to forget you, but sometimes it happens that way. On with the story, 'cos it's quite 'citing).

Well, anyway, I got out in his hotel bedroom and had a good read and next morning we set off for a business meeting with our friend Herbert.  He says it was a good meeting, but I just had a read and a zizz. (Luckily no-one else noticed the snoring from my briefcase!) What, me? Snore? I don't do that. Anyway, who wants to listen in to a scabby old business meeting?

There was a slight hope of another meeting but it didn't come off, so we had a few hours to ourselves in Munich. So his bag was parked in the station and off we set.

It was cold and grey in Munich, but we made the most of it. One of the first places we saw was a big place that was a prison for bears. Look at the picture and you can see some bears behind the glass - I wanted them to come out to play, but they couldn't 'cos they said they weren't 'dopted whatever that means.  We went inside and saw some other captives, I saw one and said to Alan that I really wanted to help him to excape.  I asked the bear his name and he said "Andi."  I said, "Would you like to come home with us?" Well he got quite tocited about it and jumped up and down. He said, "Ja, wunderbear!"  That's your actual bearish German, you know. Aren't you impressed that I understood it? (Watch it big head.) I don't know what you mean.

The staff said we'd have to think about it and come back later.  "Oh, oh," I thought, that means "We'll see," and we all know what that means don't we. So I waved bye, bye to Andi, who looked quite crestfallen. But I told him I'd be back, and I'd drag my human with me if necessary.
So we walked out, with me craning round to wave goodbye to a tearful Andi,  and went down the street and until we came across this dramatic boar.  I sat down at his feet so you could see just how big he is. Look at his tusks. He looked very fierce, but really he was very friendly and he let me sit right on the end of his nose, but I had to keep away from his sharp tusks.

 After that encounter we went to a brewery for lunch. The food was very tasty and we washed it down with a dark wheat beer. Then we moved on the the famous Marienplatz with the city hall and statues all around.



There was quite a fierce looking cherub slaying a dragon, and all that bronze was a bit cool under my bot.  But the idea of a fierce cherub got me talking to Alan about my plan for the daring rescue.  He said that it would have to wait until we got back up to the shop.  "Shop!" I said, "it's a nasty prison for bears, I see'd it and I know."  He just chuckled, but I wouldn't let him off. He hadn't said, '"Yes," but then he hadn't said "No," so I was getting quite hopeful.

 It was quite a walk back up the road and we saw lots of strange people purtending to be statues, but then they moved so I could tell they weren't really statues after all.

Then he stopped for some fresh dates, something to do with pudding, but fruit isn't pudding. (I know but much better for my waist line than a big bit of cake.) Maybe, but not half so sticky.

Then, hurrah, we entered the place of captivity and stood looking hopeful by a cabinet full of bears including Andi.  Then a gaoler lady came along with a whole set of rattly keys and she opened the door and we managed to get Andi out. He came with a little travelling box and a tissue blankie. We had to queue up and the staff waved a bit of plastic about. I wanted to know what it was for, and Alan said it was to pay Andi's ransom.  I thought we should just run out, but Alan explained that paying the ransom meant that we were 'dopting Andi, so I was happy about that.
When we got outside Andi and I got quite tocited. He dried up his tears and had a long drink of his beer. Then before any nasty people chased us and put him back in gaol, we sat down and had our picture taken with the prison in the background. The staff said I shouldn't worry, but until we were well clear I couldn't relax. 

Soon enough we were at the airport and the plane was late and that made us anxious, then we got to Dusseldorf where the plane to Manchester was late, and that made us even more anxious.  It was very late when we finally made it home, where Andi was introduced to Ann.
Here he is to-day. Aren't his lederhosen very smart, and he has his own stein of Bavarian beer. Isn't he lucky?

I'm really happy to have Andi as a friend 'cos he's even smaller than me, so I have someone that I can boss around at last. (Excuse me bear, did I hear you right?  That's not fair and I won't let it happen.) Well...... but someone has to show him the ropes around here 'cos he's much less experienced than me.  (That's guidance, not bossing around.) Yes, I suppose you're right.  I'll enjoy doing that.

Until next time.

Hugs,

Jock


4 comments:

  1. Hi Jock, Hi Andi;

    Wow, a new little brother, that makes us so happy. Now the two of you can gang up on Alan.

    Now be gentle with teaching Andi the in's and out's of life at your house. Be gentle with him, remember he was kept locked up in that nasty prison. Kindness, gentleness.....

    Hugs,
    Prudence ♥

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  2. Hi Jock,

    That was an exciting tale! And now you have a new friend that looks so much like you, you could be brothers!

    I do like his lederhosen! Very classy for a bear of his heritage. I think Alan was very smart to free him, as you suggested. I believe both of you are very lucky teds indeed!

    ~ginger

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  3. Hi Jock and Andi
    I just found your blog and I'm cited bout it. I live in a busy bear community and, being one of many, don't travel often. Now I can be an armchair traveler, learning about the world beyond Wales by following your adventures.
    We were drawn to your blog by your name 'cos, before I lived here, in the Dark Ages when Mammy was small, she lived with a bear called Wee Jock, but he left when she went to unibearsity and he never came back. We thunk you might know where he is. Maybe he's a relative of yours?
    Keep traveling. I'm going back to tidying my garden so hope to read more bout you when I look next week.
    Bear hugs,
    Trumble

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  4. Whew, aren't the staff unreasonable about rescues at times? At least Andi came home with you, my possible big new friend got left behind 'cos he was very heavy, being stone, and LT said his adoption fee was in the 4 figure area and her wallet wasn't that big *sigh*

    Hugs

    Jack

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