Is that up as a shared screen? Okay. Teddy Bear, a bear however, Hardy tries crows Tubby without exercise, Howard Teddy, very short and fat, which is not to be wondered that he gets what exercise he can by falling off the Ottoman, but generally seems to lack the energy to clamber back. Now to Venus is just the thing which gets a fellow wondering, and Teddy worried lots about the fact that he was rather stuck. He thought, If only I were thin, but how does one begin? He thought it isn't really it really isn't fair to grudge me exercise and air. For many weeks, he pressed in vain his nose against the window pain and envy those who walked about reducing their unwanted stout. None of the people he could see is quite, he said, as fat as me. Then with a still more moving sigh. I mean, he said, as far as I know Teddy as Rizzoli, right slept in the Ottoman at night, and with him crowded in as well, more animals than I can tell. Not only these but books and things, such as a kind relation brings old tales of once upon a time and history retold in Rome. One night it happened that he took a peek at an old picture book, where any came across by chance, the picture of a king of France, a stylish man, and down below these words King Louis so and so. Nicknamed the handsome there he said, and think of it some man was fat. Our bear rejoice like anything to read about this famous King, nicknamed the handsome, very set, and certainly thumb man was fat. Nicknamed the handsome, not a doubt, the man was definitely stout. Why, then a bear for all his tub might yet be named. The handsome curb might yet be named, or did he mean that years ago he might have been for now he felt a slight misgiving is Louis so and so still living? fashions in beauty have a way of altering from day to day is handsome Louis with us yet? Unfortunately, I forget. Next morning knows to Window pain the doubt occurred to him again. One question hammered in his head. Is he alive or is he dead? Thus nose to pain he pondered but the lattice window loosely shot swung open with one startled Oh, our teddy bear. Our Teddy disappeared below. there happened to be passing by. A plump man with a twinkling eye, who seen Teddy in the street, raised him politely to his feet, and murmured kindly in his ear soft words of comfort and of cheer. Well, well, allow me, not at all. Tuck tuck, a very nasty fall. Our Teddy answered, not a word. it's doubtful if he even heard, our bear could only look and look, the stout man in the picture book, that handsome King Could this be He, this man of adiposity? Impossible, he thought, but still no harm in asking. Yes, I will. Are you He said, By any chance, His Majesty the King of France? The other answered, I am that Bowden stiffly and removed his hat, then said excuse me within air, but is it Mr. Edward bear? And Teddy bending very low, replied politely, even so. They stood beneath the window there, the king and Mr. Edward bear, and handsome if a trifle fat, talk carelessly of this and that. Then His Majesty then said his majesty, well, well, I must get on and rang the bell, your bear, I think he smiled Good day, and turned and went upon his way.