“He didn’t want his teddy bear?”

“No. In fact he cried until
I gave him his little stuffed human.”

“I don’t understand. Locke, Kant,
Bentham and Damaris all adore their
Teddy bears.”

“I know, but I suspect that Hobbes is
going to pounce to the beat of
his own drummer.”

"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be fine."

She dropped her hand to to stare incredulously at the tiger. "Let me repeat," she said, very slowly. "Calvin has a weapon whose power is only limited by his imagination."

"I said he'd be fine, nothing about the rest of us."

A comic strip adventure, 26 years on.

"Hobbes," Calvin says thoughtfully, perched on the sharply slanted roof outside his bedroom window. "Have you always been around?"

Hobbes looks very wise and takes a large bite of his tuna sandwich. His reply is muffled and incomprehensible around the food.

Calvin takes this to mean that Hobbes doesn't know, either.