This is a collection of brief stories, in a six-panel comic strip format, about a group of Teddy Bears who drink sarsaparilla, play pinochle and get into adventures at the Buckhorn Saloon (modeled after the Buckhorn Saloon in Pinos Altos, New Mexico...
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Michael sighed.
He missed his home in Malaysia.
Here at the Buckhorn, it got pretty cold outside, especially in December and January.
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It was always warm in Malaysia, he remembered.
And everything else! So many foods, so many smells, so many colors....
Teddy Bears, and everyone else, always seemed to be smiling, too. It was a friendly place.
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Dakota and Bonkers breezed in from the cold.
"I love December weather," said Dakota. "It's so invigorating!"
(Dakota's pronouncements were always a little startling.)
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Andy came over to chat. The two of them had visited Malaysia together. "Remember the train ride from KL to Penang?" he reflected. "And!—the great assam laksa we ate there?"
He ordered another round of sarsaparillas for them. "Aaah! This is pretty great, too!" he said.
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Madame Zima was organizing a game of pinochle, and asked Michael to join them.
He smiled to himself. Card games with her were fun, but you had to be on your toes—her playing was a little cutthroat!
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Michael sat back and looked around.
The Buckhorn was home, too.
He thought to himself, with one's friends and one's stories, you could be home just about anywhere.
