Baloo woke before the twilight. This was extremely unusual because the large, gray bear could sleep until noon and beyond. He rolled over to go to back to sleep but sleep did not come. Something didn't feel quite right. Baloo turned back over and reached up to turn on the hula girl lamp that kept watch over his nightstand. Yawning he glanced over to the bed across the room. His boy, Kit was not in the bed.
Baloo hollered a startled question, "Kit?" No reply came. Baloo jumped up quickly and ran to the restroom. There was no Kit to be found. He darted down the stairs and into the back storage room. No Kit there either. Baloo rushed outside to look in the Sea Duck. Kit wasn't in the Sea Duck. Baloo was panic struck. Where could Kit be? All sorts of terrible scenarios ran through his head.
"Hey, Papa Bear!" came a cheery reply to his rambling thoughts. "Kit, where have you been?" Baloo asked. Kit replied, "Well I got up early this morning to fix you breakfast. I wanted to do something special for you for Father's Day." "Um . . .well " said a stunned Baloo grabbing Kit up into a bear hug and wiping away a tear, "You make me proud, son."