Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear.
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, wuzzy? On Feb. 2, First Sunday, my turn at the Library Friends book shop. It was nasty, blowing, colder than hell, and I made an "executive decision" to stay home. I called myself a lily-livered chicken with a mile wide yellow streak down my back,... Sign in to see full entry.