Dear Uncle Bearsac I’m in despair. My owner denies I speak. I know he can hear me as his ears prick up, and he turns up the telly. A friend of his mentioned that she heard me speak, but he just told her she must be imagining it, and insisted that teddy bears don’t speak. […]

I am dressed in doll dresses by my owner. They are frilly. She even calls them “frocks”. I am then paraded, in my new attire, to the rest of her teddies and her best friends’ hoard of gossiping bears. Pink silk with periwinkles and white lace is not my glass of jelly baby tea, thank

Dear Uncle Bearsac Help, I’m going bald! What can I do? I was blessed with beautiful, long golden mohair, the envy of many a teddy. But I have noticed, for some time now, that it is thinning. I have tried denial; it worked for a while, but last week, my owner had me valued by

I am a loft imprisoned bear. To get this story to you, I had to ask a carrier pigeon to deliver it to you. In exchange of favour, I am babysitting her eggs. I just hope they don’t hatch under me and the chicks then think I’m their mummy! My owner out-grew me many years

Dear Uncle Bearsac, I feel left out and different to the other teddies in my owner’s bedroom. The thing is, that they all have labels and I am an an unlabelled teddy bear. There is a beautiful, posh girl teddy bear that has just moved in next door. She can’t help being posh; she’s a