Sebastian here to tell you about a little itty bitty problem of mine. Please don’t laugh. It’s really not that unheard of. You see I love to read – small books with small print. Only lately things have been sort of fuzzy. Not the fuzzy of a bear kind of fuzzy or even peach fuzzy. Fuzzy as in, well, fuzzy.
You-know-who said I should probably get my eyes checked just to be on the safe side. You know what my first question was, don’t you? “The safe side of what?” I ask you, do I not live a sane and sensible life as it is? Yet, I digress.
Off we went to the eye doctor’s office. Here I am sitting and waiting and sitting and waiting.
After a while, I picked up a magazine with BIG pictures of delicious things to eat. My tummy started to rumble and I started to fidget. I tried to capitalize on it by wheedling a promise of a good ol’ hamburger out of the deal if I would only just be patient.
Then we went into the doctor’s office where it was very dark. He asked me to read the letters off of this chart if I could.
Oopsie. They were fuzzy too. The doctor said I needed some reading glasses – for uh, reading. No joke – that’s exactly what he said. Into the vision center we went to see what I liked. Uh-oh. Big problem. I looked at glasses here . . .
and there . . .
it just didn’t look like there were any that would fit me. Oh dear. How would I ever read The Three Bears again?!?! Then you-know-who spotted these purty things – in just my size.
I picked out my favorite pair and tried them on. They were a perfect fit.
Soon I noticed that I wasn’t the only fuzzy thing there seeing fuzzy things.
My glasses were ready ever so fast and off we went to the burger place.
I even read the menu – out loud – to everyone in the place.
Then, quick as a wink, dinner arrived. I could see that burger even without my glasses!
Now I wonder what a fellow has to do to get some dessert around here?