Mr and Mrs Brown meet Paddington Bear
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A bear on Paddington Station. Mrs Brown looked at her husband in amazement. Don't be silly, Henry. That can't be Mister Brown adjusted his glasses, but there is. He insisted. I distinctly saw it over there near the bicycle rack. It was wearing a funny kind of hat without waiting for a reply. He caught hold of his wife's arm and pushed her through the crowd round a trolley laden with chocolate and cups of tea, passed a bookstore and threw a gap in a pile of suitcases towards the lost property office. There you are. He announced triumphantly pointing toward the dark corner, I told you. So, Mrs Brown followed the direction of his arm and dimly made out a small furry object in the shadows. It seemed to be sitting on some kind of suitcase and around its neck, there was a label with some writing on it. The suitcase was old and battered and on the side in large letters were the words wanted on voyage. Mrs Brown clashed at her husband. Why Henry? She exclaimed, I believe you are right after all. It is a bear. She peered at it more closely. It seemed a very unusual kind of bear. It was brown in color, a rather dirty brown and it was wearing a most odd looking hat with a wide brim, just as Mr Brown had said from beneath the brim, two large round eyes stared back at her seeing that something was expected of it. The bear stood up and politely raised its hat revealing two black ears. Good afternoon. It said in a small clear voice. Uh good afternoon, replied, Mr Brown, doubtfully, there was a moment of silence. The pair looked at them inquiringly. Can I help you? Mr Brown looked rather embarrassed. Well, no, uh as a matter of fact, we were wondering if we could help you. Miss Brown bent down. You're a very small bear. She said the bear puffed out its chest. I'm a very rare sort of bear. He replied importantly, there aren't many of us left where I come from. And where is that asked? Mrs Brown? The bear looked round carefully before replying darkest Peru. I'm not really supposed to be here at all. I'm a stow away. A stowaway. Mr Brown lowered his voice and looked anxiously over his shoulder. He almost expected to see a policeman standing behind him with a notebook and pencil, taking everything down. Yes. Said the bear, I emigrated, you know, a sad expression came into its eyes. I used to live with my aunt Lucy in Peru, but she had to go into a home for retired bears