I used to have many stuffed animals when I was little, including a cool teddy bear with swivellable arms and legs. Anyway, what happened was that one day I was playing with my bear, pretending to cook him in the oven. (Don’t ask why.) I forgot him in there. My mother started cooking dinner, and a horrible smell soon permeated the house. Needless to say, she had REALLY cooked my bear. The food was ruined, and of course so was the bear. I cried and cried… But I look back now and laugh at the whole thing. She cooked my bear! He didn’t have a name, but I declare, Bearnard would have been appropriate. And after his incident, he would forever be known, in teddy bear heaven, as Burnard. In fact, that probably is how he is known there to this day.