I just had to share this with you...
The other day I was walking along the canals in my new city of Manchester and I came across a stuffed Polar Bear floating down the canal.
He looked a little worse for wear - missing an arm, terribly dirty and of course floating down the canal and I wondered what life this little bear had lead. And why was he thrown into the canal? Was it because he was broken? Or had his owner just outgrown him?
I couldn't help but feel that his expression said it all "I'm free!"