What Does a Bear Do?

Brown Bear showed his and his wife’s tickets to the usher. “Are these near the aisle? I may have to get up on occasion to, you know, I don’t want to interrupt the poets too badly. Or should I wait for the finger snapping?”

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a bear Photo by Julien Juanola on Unsplash

Brown Bear sat in his chair at the table and stared at the softly gleaming hunk of rock on his plate and poked it with his fork. “Accursed mineral, what good are you to me when there is no food to buy?”