Hewwo!

I feew I should intwodushe myshewf. I’ve weshentwy woken up fwom a vewy wong shweep, and the Minishter for Wook Wook Wewationsh hershewf, the Grr, hash shet me up with this emaiw addwesh and bwogging thingy sho that I can join in aww theshe shtwange activitiesh that modern wook wooksh get up to theshe daysh.

I’m not quite shure how wong I’ve been hibernating, but I can shay that when I went to shweep there washn’t any shuch thing ash a bwog or emaiw, and I don’t think I knew even a shingwe waf. My name’sh Harmony, and I wash born (or, ash they shay nowadaysh, weshcued fwom the owoo shwoo twoo) in 1988 ash a Care Bear, but the Grr didn’t weawwy know much about Care Bears, sho I wash abwe to shtart to devewop my own pershonawity wight away, and, ash you can shee, my own way of tawking. I washn’t vewy forward and ended up keeping mowe and mowe to myshewf, which ish pwobabwy how I ended up going into hibernation aww thoshe yearsh. Next thing I knew, the Grr’s pawentsh were waking me up shaying it’sh time to go to Texshash! Weww, for a wecwushive homebody who ishn’t weawwy shure where Texshash ish, that short of thing can be a shock to the shyshtem! But what do you know, when I got here I found myshewf eager to get out into the worwd, wearn to tawk waf, wishten to wock ‘n’ woww mushic, and genewawwy shtart doing shtuff again.

The wafs have been vewwy wewcoming to thish owd bear, eshpeciawwy Giwwiam, who ish a shweetheart. The othersh keep teashing me that we are going out, but I’m 18 and he’sh onwy thwee! Mind you, not having got up to aww the shenanigansh that Squeegee awways getsh into, I have aged weww, if I do shay sho myshewf. . .

Now, what button makesh thish thing go?