Whitey Bear sat on the uncomfortable crumbling wall overlooking the park, his own personal gloomy cloud of dejection hovering just overhead. All of the other bears were getting on with their tasks and he had no idea how to even begin his. He was just considering how he would explain his lack of success to his friends when a long eared shadow fell across him. He looked up to see the concerned pink face of a small bunny peering down at him.
“Are you alright?” asked the new arrival.
“I have been given a near impossible task to complete and I honestly don’t think that I am good enough to solve it.” replied Whitey mournfully. “If I fail then I am going to let everybody down.”
The bunny sat down next to him. “When I run my Red Faced Rabbits classes, I frequently show my students how to believe in themselves and overcome their challenges no matter how impossible they seem. Maybe if I help with your problem then you can help me with mine?” she suggested brightly.
“What problem have you got?” asked Whitey.
“I run guided tours in Swingmouth and am planning on branching out into Roarlish. But I really need to add some interesting locations to the itinerary.”
“I don’t suppose that you have a house on your list which is owned by a very rich pink bear?” asked Whitey hopefully.
“Do you mean Bramble Cottage? Well, it is a charming building, full of character and has a lovely garden. I think that the new owner, Sid Cerise had recently moved in. He has very bright pink fur.”
Whitey nodded. “Yes, Mr Cerise that’s the bear, I mean the house. I heard that it is one of the most beautiful houses in town, and the garden produces the biggest carrots”
“Really, I had not heard that.” replied the rabbit suddenly looking very interested.
“Would you be interested in having a look then?”
During the walk to the cottage Blushing Bunny told Whitey Bear about the CBT confidence workshops that she ran. By the time that they arrived Whitey had surprised himself by signing up for a twelve week course.
Blushing Bunny was disappointed when it became evident that the cottage was not particularly beautiful or impressive. There was however a large courtyard with a number of expensive cars and a gleaming steamroller parked by some open garages. On the other side of the courtyard somebody had meticulously arranged a large number of bananas into five piles so they spelt out the word SOCKS.
Sid Cerise strode into the courtyard whistling happily as he twirled a set of keys from his right paw. When he reached the steamroller he hopped aboard and familiarised himself with the controls. After a short time he turned the key and the engine roared into life. Laughing maniacally he engaged the gears and the machine lurched forward towards the five piles of bananas.
Whitey and Blushing Bunny watched incredulously for the five whole minutes it took for the steamroller to trundle across and squash flat the yellow letters.
“Well that’s something you don’t see every day.” said Whitey
“If he does that kind of thing on a regular basis then I will definitely add this location to my tour.” responded Blushing Bunny.
Sid jumped off the steamroller as a large limousine swung into the drive. A uniformed monkey got out and handed a package to him. Even from a distance Whitey could see that the package, once it was opened contained a significant amount of money. Sid Cerise counted through the notes and nodded at the driver. After a brief conversation the monkey retrieved a digital handset from the car and passed it to the Pink Bear. Sid began dialling before getting in the car and slamming the door behind him.
“There is no way we can overhear the conversation from here.” Exclaimed Whitey.
“What do you mean, ‘we’?” enquired Blushing Bunny with a bemused look on her face.
“Maybe if you go over to the limo and press one of your big floppy ears against the window we might find out what they are discussing.” suggested Whitey.
“Again, what do you mean by ‘we’? “ repeated Blushing Bunny.
Their conversation continued for several minutes before they both realised that the limo had driven off.
Whitey felt far better than he had earlier that day. Even though he did not know what Sid Cerise was plotting it was apparent that he had some sort of personal grudge going on, but more importantly they now knew where he lived.