As a child, I remember reading a story in which one of the characters, a boy, carried about a little white mouse in his pocket.
I can’t remember which story it was, but I remember being quite impressed by that particular detail. I loved the idea of having a pet about your person, a constant little companion.
I never went so far as to try secreting one of our gerbils in my pockets though. I knew, deep down, that animals weren’t likely to take kindly to that sort of thing. They might get squashed, or escape at an inopportune moment.
And a pocketful of poo didn’t seem like such a good idea either. So, I confined my pocket pals to Pippa dolls.
I still love the idea of pocket-sized companions though. So I decided to make some pocket bears.
So far, there’s only one finished…
But I have a few more up my sleeve, so to speak….
They may not be quite so lively as a mouse…
But at least these pocket pals don’t mind being pocketed. ♥