Tipple doesn’t sit quite straight — and he doesn’t mind one bit. His arms and legs tip this way and that, always shifting, always ready to reach out for a cuddle or curl up for a nap.
He once lived on a windowsill in a crooked little cottage, where he watched bees buzz, leaves fall, and teacups steam. Everyone thought he might fall over, but Tipple just smiled — because he knew he was made to wobble, lean, and love with all his stuffing.
He’s gentle, slightly lopsided, and perfectly imperfect — the kind of bear who doesn’t need to stand tall to stand by your side.
Now Tipple is ready to find the arms he was meant to tip into — and stay.
