Mish and Lucy’s Great Honey Escape

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cgrxn4x7yx2o 

Once upon a Monday, not too long ago,
In a green Devon park where the tall trees grow,
Lived two brown bears, both cuddly and spry—
Mish, who was clever, and Lucy, who’d try
Anything once (or even twice more!)
Especially things behind the enclosure's locked door.

They lived in a big, leafy, bear-friendly pen,
With logs and a pool and a cave-like den.
But on this one day, as the clouds rolled by,
A strange little gap caught Mish’s sharp eye.

“Lucy!” she whispered, “Come look, come quick!
I think this loose gate might just do the trick!”

With a nudge and a wiggle and a bear-sized squeeze,
They found themselves out among staff things and trees.
No one had seen them—not yet, anyway—
So they tiptoed (as bears do) and crept far away.

Then suddenly, Mish gave a great sniff and grin:
“Do you smell that, Lu? That sweet smell within?”

They followed their noses, their paws soft and slow,
To a little brown shed with a golden warm glow.
Inside? Oh glory! A honey-filled stash!
Enough for a feast! A treasure! A splash!

With paws in the jars and their noses all sticky,
They gobbled and giggled, and things got quite icky.
They slurped and they slopped, they licked and they rolled,
They played tug of rope and tossed paper like gold!

But meanwhile the keepers had spotted their dash,
And gently called out: “Let’s not make a splash.”
No shouting, no panic, no need for alarm—
Just careful calm voices, to keep all things calm.

They watched from afar on the cameras, you see,
While sixteen park visitors hid with their tea
Inside the play barn, where the toys were quite loud,
But nobody fussed – not one in the crowd!

Back in the shed, Mish was starting to tire.
She yawned and she blinked and said, “Time to retire.”
So off she trotted, back home to her bed,
With honey still dripping from ears to her head.

But Lucy? Oh Lucy. She needed some coaxing.
She liked where she was, and she wasn’t yet dozing.
So the keeper rang her bell—a familiar sound—
And held up her favourite snacks from the ground.

With a flick of her ear and a sniff in the breeze,
Lucy stood up, gave her tummy a squeeze,
Then lumbered on back to the gate with a bounce,
Dreaming of honey with every step’s pounce.

That night as they snoozed in their newly locked pen,
The keepers all sighed, saying, "Never again…”
But Mish and Lucy just smiled in their sleep—
Two cheeky young bears with memories to keep.

And though there’ll be fences, and locks good and strong,
Bears with an itch for adventure… won’t be still for long.