Teddy Bear and the Case of Missing Snow White

By Shantnu Tiwari

Detective Teddy Bear is sitting in his office when this Dame walks in. She's a real witch. And she wants Teddy to find her missing step-daughter Snow White.

 

Teddy knows it's a trap. He knows never to trust a dame. Especially one who flies on a broom. And yet, he is drawn into a dangerous game.

 

A surreal comedy short story starring a talking Teddy Bear.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shantnu Tiwari
• Release date: May 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393665472

Book preview

1

As I sat there in my small office, my feet on my desk, eating yet another butter cookie, I thought to myself, Damn, I hope I don’t get fat .

Then I remembered I was a Teddy Bear, and we didn’t get fat. Because we couldn’t really eat cookies. Being made of cotton did have its advantages.

So why was I eating them? Dunno. Why does anyone do anything? Why does the sun rise in the east? Why do birds chirp every morning instead of sleeping peacefully? I didn’t have time for philosophy. I had a job to do.

Well, I didn’t. Have a job to do, that is.

Business had been slow since I had leaked naughty photos of Baby Doll, the famous actress. Well, if she didn’t want the world to know she was getting a nose job, she shouldn’t have gotten one. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the bitch tried to have me killed. That always puts me in a bad mood. And so I had destroyed her acting career.

The downside was that her fans were protesting me now. They had been protesting outside my office for weeks, scaring away the occasional lost customer I got. Heck, even the pizza guy was scared to make deliveries. I had to walk to the store, like some commoner pleb.

And so I was sitting on my seat, my feet on the table, when this dame walked in. And boy, what a dame she was.

Crooked nose, a big wart on her cheek, a shrivelled old face, and eyes that smiled like she had just drowned a bunch of puppies. She was wearing a black hat and a stinking black robe that clearly hadn’t been washed for decades. And of course she was carrying a broom.

Witch.

No, I wasn’t swearing. That’s who she was.

Since the Hoo-mans had died out, all sort of magical creatures and things had crawled out of the closet. My pal, Dusty, a robot from the future sent to kill the hoo-mans, told me these things looked like hoo-mans but actually weren’t. But they were still untrustworthy.

The witch sat down and threw her broom