Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear.
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy,
When I was a little girl my grandfather taught me that rhyme. I don't know if it affected my developing brain in some way, or if I just have a weird sense of humor, but the idea of bears wearing coats strikes me as extremely silly.
Rob and friends cater to my silliness. Here are some examples.
Here we have a crocheted poncho for cool autumn evenings.
A light hoodie for sporting events.
A hooded vest for a stroll in the woods with your owl and moose friends.
This looks like a skiing trip is in the works.
This little girl is wearing ice skates.
Little Red Riding Hood, I presume.
Obviously ready for a Christmas party, maybe a sleigh ride?
A good warm jacket for cold days.
This is one of my favorites. He's wearing fur muk-luks and holding a penguin.
A good cloth coat and a fancy hat.
What can I say about this?
Velvet with fur trim seems to be big with the bear crowd.
She has her pet leopard and a teddy bear.
How about a nice mink coat?
If I come back as a teddy bear, let it be this one.
What makes you laugh?