I have a good life but last year had its bad times. There was building work going on and I had to spend time in a cupboard “for my own good”. I growled and protested about my rights as a teddy bear.

In the dark I couldn’t see anything but I could hear bangs, shouts and drilling. I came out to find the room covered in thick, gritty, white dust. Afterwards I agreed to go into the cupboard with less growling.

But I still didn’t like it.