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By  Imogen Clements, age 12 Grandma made me out  of  Grandad’s old slippers. My fur was  made of  black  velvet  and my paws were  made  from the spare room curtains. Back then, Grandma wasn’t a  grandma   and Grandad   wasn’t  a  g randad. They weren’t even parents. I was made for Molly, their first baby.  As soon as Molly came home from the hospital, I knew we would be best of friends.  I  remember  Grandma lifting me up to the edge of Molly’s cradle and whispering in my velvety ear “ T hat’s her ! Black  B ear, that’s her!”  She lowered me into the cradle, Molly gurgled and held me close, her baby breath tickling my black velvet  fur . I was there when Molly  said her first words ,  “Black  B ear!” I was so proud. I was there when Molly  took her first steps  at  one years old, dragging me behind her by my  blue   tartan  bow. I didn’t mind. I was there when Molly was four years old,  when she  took me to school on her first day. Her teacher ,  Mrs  Morris ,   gave me a chair to sit

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