once upon a time, long long ago, there was an ad on the bulletin board of a rocking bear searching for a new home. his current mates had outgrown him... well, we were in accordingly susceptible conditions and voilá, the bear moved in with us, was given a name and stood joyfully excited in the bedroom - after all, it were supposed to be a mere few months until he should once again rock to bring out these high pitch kids' screams and laughter galore. unfortunately, it all came different, somehow - and the "little pause" should strain tobi's patience. for years, as it turned out...

therefore he was forced to scratch a living with petty jobs: sometimes he had to guard laundry heaps for days, sometimes he was just another piece of furniture, sometimes he was yearningly nudged and rocked sadly and quietly back and forth a few times, sometimes he was at least hera's companion for a while. but he never gave up - just like us - was always there.

and now, finally, he is in his very own waters: soft and fluffy, with this aura of adventure and speed, so much more old-fashioned than any bobby car, but also with so much more charisma and just sublime... and so much more friend with backbone and cuddly fur, with ears to listen and eyes to behold! finally there is somebody to ride and to rock, somebody putting their feet on the boards and pulling the handles. and somebody making all the kids' noises that bears like tobi feast on. and best of all: not ONE somebody, but several. many, even...

yes, tobi is happy. and visibly so, aint he? :)