No Ramps? No Problem.

Scene: Accessibility Awareness Fair – City Park Pavilion

The fair was buzzing—balloons tied to strollers, the scent of caramel popcorn in the air, toddlers darting between booths with face paint and sticky fingers. Amid the cheerful chaos stood a humble little table with a banner that simply read:

“Adventures in Accessibility: Ask Us Anything”

Behind it sat Bumbly, wheelchair tilted slightly back, paws resting calmly in his lap, and Steve, perched on a folding chair with his usual laid-back confidence and sunglasses, even under the shade of the canopy.

The table was cluttered in the best way. A photo collage wrapped around a foam board like a scrapbook exploded:

• Bumbly and Steve grinning in front of the Eiffel Tower with Bumbly’s front wheel half-sunk in gravel.

• The duo wedged between a crowd at a rock concert, arms raised, mid-cheer.

• A blurry selfie from Disneyland Paris where Steve looked stunned mid-scream and Bumbly looked suspiciously smug.

• And the classic: Bumbly at the edge of a terrace in Toulouse, wind in his fur, looking like a slightly grumpy king surveying his kingdom.

A cardboard sign read:
“Ask Us Anything! Yes, We’ve Fallen Off a Curb Before.”

A curious teenager approached. “Did you guys really get stuck in the middle of Manhattan with no accessible subway?”

Steve grinned. “Not only that—we missed the elevator twice and ended up getting carried by four New Yorkers who couldn’t stop arguing about bagels while helping us.”

Bumbly added, “I gave directions the whole way like a GPS with trust issues.”

Another visitor leaned in. “So… do you guys plan these kinds of disasters?”

“Oh no,” Steve said. “Life just gives them to us. But we’ve got a rule—”

“—Never waste a good obstacle,” Bumbly finished. “It’s either a problem to solve or a story to tell.”

An older woman squinted at the photos. “Was that Berlin?”

Steve nodded. “The cobblestones nearly killed us. I had to push Bumbly backward uphill while navigating a medieval alley.”

“Which he almost tipped me out of,” Bumbly said with a smirk. “Very dignified.”

A small crowd started to gather—laughing, asking questions, taking flyers that read:
“Yes, the world is a mess. But with a positive mindset, clever thinking, and a sense of humor… you’ll get through it.”

Later, a mom whispered, “My kid’s in a chair too. He thinks he can’t travel.”

Steve smiled and leaned closer. “Tell him we said this: The world isn’t ready—but you can be.”

Bumbly nodded, eyes kind. “And if he ever doubts it, show him this.”
He handed over a photo of them at the beach, tires in the sand, umbrella overhead, the word "Victory" drawn in the background with a stick in the dirt.

The mom smiled through misty eyes. “Thank you.”

As the sun began to dip and the fair quieted, Steve and Bumbly shared a relaxed fist bump behind their little booth.

“Think we changed some minds today?” Steve asked.

Bumbly looked around, then at the last kid still staring at their Eiffel Tower photo with wide eyes.
“Yeah,” he said. “And maybe a couple of hearts.”