Grams Bear loved Hugs and Tugs with all her heart. And when I say "with all her heart", I really mean it. They were always so curious and full of life that whoever they were near couldn't help but feel overjoyed, especially Grams. She was glad that the two little tykes came to her when they had a problem or when they needed a story told. They could always count on her for a good story.
Hugs and Tugs were always busy, be it playing dress-up or getting into mischief. Grams loved to watch them play and often wished she could play with them, but she was unable to trust her old bones.
One day Grams was out in the field with the twins, watching them catch butterflies. They looked like they were having a lot of fun. Then Tugs ran up to her and grabbed her arm.
"Come play with us!" he said.
"I'm sorry, Tugs, but I'm just too old." she replied. Then she looked into his eyes and could see his disappointment. Bah! she thought, I'm going to play with them, whether my bones like it or not!
"Please, Grams!" Hugs said, as she came running up to give Grams a great big hug.
"Well, all right. Just for a little while."
"Yay!!" Hugs and Tugs shouted at once. They each took one of her paws, then went off to find some butterflies.
This isn't so bad, Grams thought. In fact, she was having a blast! She ran and jumped and twirled about, laughing all the while.
"So where are the butterflies?" Grams asked.
"We're not sure yet. That's why we're looking!" Tugs said.
"Oh goodie goodie gosh! Look! There's one!" Hugs exclaimed. And indeed there was. A great big monarch fluttered past them. Grams grabbed a net and swung it around, trying to catch it. Unfortunately, she wasn't very skilled in the art of butterfly catching and lost her balance. She crashed onto the ground.
"Grams! Are you okay?!" Hugs and Tugs asked at the same time.
"Ohhh... I hope so." groaned Grams. She tried to get up, but fell down again. "Kids, please go get help!"
"Okay!" said Tugs.
"We'll be right back!" said Hugs.
Grams tried to shift into a more comfortable position. She looked around. The butterfly was still floating around her.
"Oh Mr. Butterfly... I really should have been more careful." she said, not expecting it reply.
"It's all my fault! I'm very sorry!" said the butterfly, to Gram's surprise.
"What?! How can you be talking?!"
"Um, I'm not sure really. But you're a bear aren't you? So you're one to speak!"
"I suppose you're right. It's not your fault though. I know I'm old and shouldn't be doing this kind of thing."
"I still feel guilty. You say it's your age that's the problem?"
"Yes..."
"Well I can fix that!"
"What?" But before the butterfly could reply, Grams lost conciousness.

Grams woke up in a strange room with no walls, but curtains instead. A lady walked in.
"Ah! You're awake." said the lady.
"Where am I...?" asked Grams.
"You're in the hospital." she replied. Grams assumed she was a nurse.
Then Hugs and Tugs burst in through the curtains.
"She's awake?!" asked Hugs.
"Hugs! Tugs!" Grams exclaimed.
"Grams! Are you feeling okay?" said Tugs.
"I'm feeling wonderful. It's like I'm full of new energy!"
"Yeah... That's probably because you're uh..." said Hugs.
"Well... You're a kid again!" shouted Tugs.
"What are you talking about?"
"You fell over so we went to get help. When we came back, we didn't recognize you at first but once we saw your tummy symbol we knew it was you!" said Hugs.
"Oh my... Perhaps it was that butterfly."
"What?" they asked.
"I think someone helped me out when I needed it a lot."
"Uh... Okay. Let's go play!"
Grams jumped out of bed and the three of them ran off to have some fun.