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Submitted: August 30, 2012

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Submitted: August 30, 2012




This is the saga of a brave teddy ear named Eddy who was the only one small enough

to crawl through the wreckage of a house which had fallen on the last working fire

hydrant in San Francisco during the earthquake of 1989.

By finding and turning on the hydrant, he stops the fire from spreading and saves the

entire city from certain disaster. In the process Eddy is reunited with his old pal,

Chief Fireman Fred. This is a true story.


Once upon a musty blanket

In a dusty, rusting trunk,

Fireman Fred’s old teddy bear Eddy,

Slumped forgotten amongst the junk

When with a sudden clunk, the earth rumbled thumpa-bump

And strung the shut lid open wide

As he Eddy, peering outside harrumphed,

This ghastly attic is a tragically drastic disaster.”

He just looked as it shook, saying, while he swayed back and forth,

“Must be an earthquake of some sort!”

Now free once more, whump!

The teddy bear jumped

Tumbling to the floor, keypunch!

Dumping clumps of cobwebs everywhere

As grumpily mumbling he stumbled down the stairs

To the front porch door

But not before he was blocked and almost stopped, of course,

By a naughty stray runaway rocking horse, of some sort,

Snorting and neighing a braying farewell,

“I’m going to join a carousel!”

Then the Eddy almost got socked himself

When another shock knocked a clock off a shelf.

Plop! He caught it as it dropped from the loft,

Whirred in reverse and then stopped,

Hurling one lost cuckoo bird who flopped and hopped on top of his head

While deadly dying bells, chiming the time, fell pell-mell

Until the Eddy, a fellow well known for not yelling, yelled,

“Enough of all this shaking stuff!

It’s making my lovely fur scruffy and scuffed.

And too much rough and toughing is bad for my stuffing,” he gruffed, puffing.


Crash! A white light flashed fire!

Bright flames flared higher all around

When one last blast came from that same clashing sound

Almost smashing the Eddy who dashed to the ground.

At last that brash bear thrashed his way through the rubble

As gray ash masked him into a blur.

He gasped while he huddled, fluffing his fur,

“I didn’t get torched,

But my nose is sure scorched.

This is terrible trouble, of some sort!”

Helpless the scared teddy bear watched with dread

As through San Francisco the fire quickly spread

And when no sooner had he said with a sigh,

“My City was blessed and it’s still true, but I’m sad to report

It badly needs a rescue, of some sort!”

Then just in time through the grime

The whine of a siren’s shriek screeched through his head

As a fine shiny red fire truck stopped dead ahead

With nine firefighters led by Chief Fireman Fred.

Each in black slicker jackets with matching helmets and hatchets,

They unpacked and detached back-to-back stacked racks of ladders and attacked the fire while the Eddy watched the racket. Then their nozzles and hoses dropped, ker-thud!

For they could not find the fireplug which every fireman and teddy bear knows

Is where the water comes out that goes into the hose.

“Uh, oh! Oh, o! Stop what you’re doing

It’s under these ruins, I supposes, spoke the Eddy who was well known for saying what’s so.

Now that teddy bear’s own slow, baritoned groan

Told Fireman Fred what he’d already known.

For an echo familiar in him now awoke,

So dimly similar to the one who just spoke

That the teddy bear, now exposed

Tip-toed closer, then close.

Fireman Fred rose, then froze, aghast.

“Were those words yours?” he asked, bending low.

“ Back from our past at last? I sure well know already,

You’re my Eddy!”


And as he stared at his grand old teddy bear standing there,

The fireman’s eyes filled with tears of years-ago joy.

“Why, you were my bear when I was but a boy.

Then the Eddy, his own eyes rightly moist, voiced with a sigh,

“Why, yes. And I guess I still am.

Even though now you’re a grown up man

You’ll never outgrow an Eddy, you know.

The child I knew still lies inside of you

For I was your bear when you were but a youth,”

Cried the Eddy who was well known for telling the truth.


Fireman Fred said, “This burned down house is where I grew up.

It’s such good luck you ducked out and didn’t get stuck!”

So barely aware, but not caring

That nine firefighter were there, staring,

He scooped up his rare old teddy bear with a shrug

As the Eddy, who was well known for hugging hugs, hugged.

Then Fireman Fred shuddered and muttering, he uttered,

“But we’re in double terrible trouble

For under our old house now smoldering in gritty rubble and dirt

Is the last fireplug in this City that works.”

“I can get to it!” was the Eddy’s retort.

“You’re all too tall, but I’m small and short.

If I crawl there I’ll recall where it is, of some sort.”

“But I’ve only just found you. Don’t go off again!” cried Fireman Fred,

Now well known as Eddy’s best friend.

But the Eddy, of course, went forth anyway.

Self sent, his well meant intent fated to save

San Francisco from a fiery earthquake grave.

As ten firemen waved him bravely on his way

The Eddy, who was well known for behaving unafraid, prayed.

Plunge! The Eddy lunged, muddling through puddles of sludge.

“Ucky yuk! Ugh, mucky mud!” drudgingly he grudged.

Whuck! He ducked under the fire truck, thud!

The Eddy sprawled, then plucked himself up and spinned

As all around him, up to his chin, he hauled the whole hose

Wrapped, buckled and tucked it in, just like clothes.

Then up he stretched to fetch an axe, shovel and gloves,

Shoving them down from above with the wrench he tensely clenched in his paws

“Aw goshes, I forgot, he thought. I ought to have brought galoshes of some sort.

But for this teddy bear, time was running short.

Through thickening fog

That threatened his job

The Eddy steadily sludged and slogged

Plodding along slowly alone

Tugging and lugging the heavy hose

Over smoldering timbers that kindled smoking coals.

“This adventure’s grown old.

My stuffing will mold away in this cold,” he supposed.

Then this think that he thought in his brain went thunk!

“I wishes I wishes I was home again, safe in my trunk!

Then just as he said it, clang!

That axe he swang rang as it sang against steel.

Band! Ka-thug! “The fire0plug!” the Eddy squealed.

For he was well known for seeing what’s really real.

Now quick with his wrench he ripped off the cap,

Zipped the spindle and after that, zap!

In a reverse spin, he unwrapped the whole hose,

Screwed in the nozzle and turned on the spout.

Slush! The water, gushing, rushed flushing through to the other end

As Fireman Fred and his fine nine men crying proud loud shouts put the entire fire out.

“Ho-hum. I could use a long nap, but a quick snack will do.”

Said the Eddy, who was well known for doing that, too.

So, soggy and saggy, his task at last at an end,

The teddy bear dragged back down the path to his old friend.

Fireman Fred, whose own head weighed heavy with dread

That his steadfast comrade who had gone now was dead,

Sadly said with a sigh, “San Francisco is saved, but did my teddy bear die?”

Then the Eddy who had survived cried, “Fireman Fred, don’t cry I’m not dead, I’m alive.

And I’ve come to report everywhere there are teddy bears taking care of us all

Whether we’re Eddy Bear short or Fireman Fred tall.”

And Fireman Fred with his Eddy standing hand in paw

Saw grand San Francisco applaud them in awe.

Then the Fireman bent down and gently lifted the teddy bear up

Into the seat beside him on his fire truck.

And as they roared away to the adoring crowd’s proud farewell,

The Eddy cried, “why, I say, how swell!

Is that my name spelled out on this big brass bell?”

Cling-clang! He rang it as Fireman Fred yelled,

“Yes! What they’ve engraved there really is so --

You’re Earthquake Eddy, the teddy bear who saved San Francisco!”












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