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Act:3 Scene:5	Baloo Higgins' Study
Baloo is sitting at his desk, his thoughts on the little sheep he may never see again. Colonel Pickering is snoring quietly on his favourite rug after having cried himself to sleep.
Baloo:	Somehow, I've grown accustomed to having Flossie around. Dammit! Those little woolly features - that strange bleating, starting my day. Those strangely annoying and unlikely facts about wool - I miss all them. Damn, damn, damn, damn I've grown accustomed to its face It almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to its bleat, Those little cloven feet Its clumsy grace, that woolly face Are second nature to me now Like breathing out and breathing in I was serenely independent and content before we met Surely I could always be that way again And yet I've grown accustomed to those looks Accustomed to its bleat Accustomed to its face
Mrs Brown enters with a glass of milk and a sandwich for Baloo's supper.
Mrs Brown:	Your milk and wool sandwich, Sir.
Baloo:	Thank you, Mrs Brown.
Mrs Brown:	You are welcome, Sir.
Baloo sits, continuing to ponder his life and a future devoid of the company of sheep. Sadly, he takes the sandwich from the plate and bites into it.
Baloo:	Yeurghh! (opens sandwich to look inside) . . . Wool and pickle!? Whoever would fill a sandwich with wool and pickle? Flossie?
Flossie appears at the door of the study. The little sheep is carrying the bears favourite slippers. There is no sign of bridal attire.
Baloo:	Flossie! You've come home. And you've brought my slippers!
Flossie drops Baloo Higgins slippers on the floor and looks up in that happy way that sheep do at the end of musicals.
Flossie:	Baaa!
Baloo has got his Flossie back. He is a happy and contented bear. He looks around his study containing all the things he holds dear: his desk; his books; faithful old Colonel Pickering asleep on the rug by the fire . . . and of course, Flossie. Life is good.
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