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had to looks this up online..shows ya how much i know about literachoor....
do you actually OWN one? love it.
Guessing Guessing...its a Steiff Badger?
Tommy Brock was a short bristly fat waddling person with a grin; he grinned all over his face. He was not nice in his habits. He ate wasp nests and frogs and worms; and he waddled about by moonlight, digging things up.
His clothes were very dirty; and as he slept in the day-time, he always went to bed in his boots. And the bed which he went to bed in, was generally Mr. Tod's.
Now Tommy Brock did occasionally eat rabbit-pie; but it was only very little young ones occasionally, when other food was really scarce. He was friendly with old Mr. Bouncer; they agreed in disliking the wicked otters and Mr. Tod; they often talked over that painful subject.
From here
http://www.readeasily.com/beatrix-potter/00296/002960014.php
You may be pleased to know that you are the #1 listing on Google right now for "Mr. Tommy Brock". Bask in the moment...
You have badgers in the Canada? Aw, he looks cute!
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