Harrolds

I love my teddy Harrolds!
I bought him in an airport in London.
I sleep with him and whenever I am scared
I squeeze him so tight.
I love his colour.
His colour is as brown as tree bark.
Harrolds reminds me of my cousins that live in England.
He is as soft as a flower's petal.
Harrolds sits on my bed every single day but I sometimes bring him down stairs.
Whenever I am at school he misses me.
He sometimes even cries and tear drops fall on my bed sheets.
His tear drops are as blue as the sky but sometimes are as blue as my uniform shirt.
I adore Harrolds!