escape from babytraz

Was it all a dream? Me and Mr. Bear had been cholicky, bad, real cholicky, bad. We were looking at real time.

"I know," I told Mr. Bear, "we'll escape baby prison, I have it all laid out in my head."

"First you slip over the bars"

"Then I'll slip over"

"And then we're off to the arms of our women!"

"We'll be held!"

"And loved"

"And shown off all over town"

"I'll be known as the Thief of Hearts."