[ WP ] Write a bed time story

`` Why do n't you ever read this one to me momma?'' the black haired child asked. His head tilted as he pulled a dusty book, much like an ancient tome to the child, from its spot on a shelf. The title read in faded gold letters `` Momma's Lost Cub''. The mother smiled softly, her blond hair pulled back into a pony tail. She was exhausted. 
 
 `` Its a very sad story, baby.'' she took the book from his hands and placed it back on the shelf. `` Is there something else you'd like me to read?'' 
 
 `` No! I wan na read about the cub.'' he tore the book from the shelf and pouted. 
 
 The mother glared at him playfully. 
 
 `` Okay, fine.'' she said, smiling and taking the book out of his hands. 
 
 The boy launched himself into his bed, snuggling under his blankets. 
 
 `` Wait!'' he shouted. `` Where's Bear?'' 
 
 The mother scanned the room with the precise eye of a hawk. 
 
 `` Right where you left it, on the floor. You had better start taking care if Bear, he gets lonely on the floor at night.'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry Bear!'' he shouted with genuine sadness, grasping Bear with both arms, scooping him in and sliding him partially under the covers. 
 
 The mother flipped open the dusty book to the first page of text. She scanned it before she read aloud. 
 
 `` In the big, green forest, there lived momma bear, a pappa bear and a baby bear.'' 
 
 `` Like you me and daddy!'' the boy asked excitedly. 
 
 `` Uh-huh.'' she leaned in close, smiling. She continued, `` One day, when pappa bear was off at the stream hunting for fish, momma bear and baby bear went off into the forest to explore and spend the day together. The birds called their hellos in songs and the baby was amazed.'' she cooed like a bird and the boy giggled. She smiled wide. 
 
 `` And the squirrels and rabbits bounced by, wiggling their noses.'' she wiggled her nose and stuck her face in his. He laughed and pulled away. She flipped the page. 
 
 `` The baby bear and momma bear traveled all the way to a farm and met Ms. Sheep who bleated a hello. *Ba-ah-ah*'' the mother meeped. The son giggled, pulling the bear tighter. `` And the cow who mooed, still chewing his breakfast of prime grass.'' She made her best cow face and chewed nothing noisily. `` Can you moo?'' she asked. 
 
 `` *Moo*'' the boy called. She smiled. She had n't read to him in such a long time. She missed this feeling. She flipped the page. 
 
 `` And the pig oinked and the horse who neighed angrily.'' She snorted like a pig and blew out air from her buzzing likes like a horse. 
 
 ``'Come on baby bear.', the momma called, turning her back.'Time to go home' she said.'' The mother turned the page and her lip started to quiver. `` The baby bear did n't follow. He wandered off, curious of the rest of the farm animals. The bawking chickens, the barking dogs.'' Tears formed in her eyes. ``'Come back baby bear.' the momma called....come back....'' she closed the book on her hands, tears hitting the book. She looked at the empty bed, the brown, scruffy bear laying on its side where she had put it, tucked into the covers with no little arms wrapped around it. 
 
 `` Come back... come back...'' she sobbed.
