I had nearly given up looking as I sat beside the river watching the water turning cartwheels as it rolled down the mountainside, dancing and  somersaulting over the rocks as it went.  Did I dream it were those two button eyes blinking at me from behind a rock?  A soft bear of red and yellow like autumn leaves was blinking back at me.  I thought this one looked like he should be called Charlie so thats what I decided to call him.