Tummy Ache Survivor Pink Teddy Bear Sticker
$3.00
A Most Delicate Constitution.
She had always been the pale one.
Too gentle for the rigors of the nursery.
Too fragile for boiled cabbage.
On that fateful Wednesday, just after the governess turned her back and the second spoonful of treacle tart was dared, it struck.
A pain, low and theatrical, not unlike what took cousin Beatrix in ’93.
She clutched her side and whispered, “Tell Papa… I was brave.”
And brave she was.
Two naps, a tepid cloth to the forehead, and half a saltine later—she emerged.
Changed.
A survivor.
This sticker honors the enduring spirit of the faint-of-stomach.
3” x 3.4”. Glossy. Gallant. A triumph over digestive misfortune.
She had always been the pale one.
Too gentle for the rigors of the nursery.
Too fragile for boiled cabbage.
On that fateful Wednesday, just after the governess turned her back and the second spoonful of treacle tart was dared, it struck.
A pain, low and theatrical, not unlike what took cousin Beatrix in ’93.
She clutched her side and whispered, “Tell Papa… I was brave.”
And brave she was.
Two naps, a tepid cloth to the forehead, and half a saltine later—she emerged.
Changed.
A survivor.
This sticker honors the enduring spirit of the faint-of-stomach.
3” x 3.4”. Glossy. Gallant. A triumph over digestive misfortune.
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A Most Delicate Constitution.
She had always been the pale one.
Too gentle for the rigors of the nursery.
Too fragile for boiled cabbage.
On that fateful Wednesday, just after the governess turned her back and the second spoonful of treacle tart was dared, it struck.
A pain, low and theatrical, not unlike what took cousin Beatrix in ’93.
She clutched her side and whispered, “Tell Papa… I was brave.”
And brave she was.
Two naps, a tepid cloth to the forehead, and half a saltine later—she emerged.
Changed.
A survivor.
This sticker honors the enduring spirit of the faint-of-stomach.
3” x 3.4”. Glossy. Gallant. A triumph over digestive misfortune.
She had always been the pale one.
Too gentle for the rigors of the nursery.
Too fragile for boiled cabbage.
On that fateful Wednesday, just after the governess turned her back and the second spoonful of treacle tart was dared, it struck.
A pain, low and theatrical, not unlike what took cousin Beatrix in ’93.
She clutched her side and whispered, “Tell Papa… I was brave.”
And brave she was.
Two naps, a tepid cloth to the forehead, and half a saltine later—she emerged.
Changed.
A survivor.
This sticker honors the enduring spirit of the faint-of-stomach.
3” x 3.4”. Glossy. Gallant. A triumph over digestive misfortune.
A Most Delicate Constitution.
She had always been the pale one.
Too gentle for the rigors of the nursery.
Too fragile for boiled cabbage.
On that fateful Wednesday, just after the governess turned her back and the second spoonful of treacle tart was dared, it struck.
A pain, low and theatrical, not unlike what took cousin Beatrix in ’93.
She clutched her side and whispered, “Tell Papa… I was brave.”
And brave she was.
Two naps, a tepid cloth to the forehead, and half a saltine later—she emerged.
Changed.
A survivor.
This sticker honors the enduring spirit of the faint-of-stomach.
3” x 3.4”. Glossy. Gallant. A triumph over digestive misfortune.
She had always been the pale one.
Too gentle for the rigors of the nursery.
Too fragile for boiled cabbage.
On that fateful Wednesday, just after the governess turned her back and the second spoonful of treacle tart was dared, it struck.
A pain, low and theatrical, not unlike what took cousin Beatrix in ’93.
She clutched her side and whispered, “Tell Papa… I was brave.”
And brave she was.
Two naps, a tepid cloth to the forehead, and half a saltine later—she emerged.
Changed.
A survivor.
This sticker honors the enduring spirit of the faint-of-stomach.
3” x 3.4”. Glossy. Gallant. A triumph over digestive misfortune.