Publisher's Synopsis
Baby Bear's Adventures with Friends: Sunday Brunch
by DR. JAM
Large Print Edition
An old country song, baby cub always sings; lasting memories this song does bring. To Dutch, the pet duck that they bring on a fling, a song they do sing, a bell they do ring creating a lump in their throats as they mull over a hunch of what they will serve Grumpy, their pet skunk, for lunch. Hush little dumpling, we'll wrap you up in bunting as we get into our truck and trundle downtown; our brunch, we'll munch. Bunny and Sunny, rambunctious little Pugs, for a taste of honey they tug at the plugs in the family's crocheted rug. The mugs on these Pugs, short muzzle as well, make them appear smug, but they are truly affectionate, and they do like to hug. These hungry, pudgy Pugs bundle up as they plunder their way to have brunch to feast with their family for their traditional Sunday brunch. How lucky they are to be part of this family as they muscle through clumps of bushes, jumping on stumps to be able to pluck on somebody's sleeve, not to be left behind in the breeze; for, their short muzzles create breathing problems causing them to wheeze and to sneeze. Onward they push so as not to be left behind in a crunch. Mitten, the kitten, purrs 100 dull roars which sound like thunder. The brunch served as a luncheon is only a blur. The milk never has time to curdle, lapped up from the cup, there is no time to stir. Cunning and wise, Mitten, the kitten, does jump from under the rug; this kitten does lunge as it takes its plunge onto the stump of the tree just for fun. The gust from the summit from which Mitten, the kitten, plummets is sudden, forecasting the run of Bunny and Sunny, for, as we know, Pugs must have their fun. Sadly, Sunday brunch had turned to mush, the result of the blunders from the overturned cup, for the base of the cup was not set in the center of the saucer placed next to the dish upon which had been placed the cake--chocolate thunder. During their Sunday update, over brunch, they cuddle; never, do they ever muddle as they continue to huddle over each and every Sunday brunch.