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The Bear Saga: Part IV |
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Sadly, my best efforts at controlling this juvenile pair were to no avail. Before long, they had figured out a way to unlock my bedroom door, and were soon hitting the booze again. Unfortunately, the alcohol wasn't the only thing being hit. A dispute started between these once-best friends over a bottle of Bailey's and which one of them got to drink first. The grey bear won, obviously. I hear he has a killer right hook. Thankfully for the red bear, "killer" isn't literal. This fight opened a schism between the two, a rift that would not soon heal. Each went his separate way |
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The red bear, in the wake of his recent losses, went on to raid the sample bottle racks of the local liquor store. After a few drinks, he claims to have blacked out; he says he has no recollection of anything else that happened that night. Some would disagree with that statement. |
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Thankfully, teddy bears can't be stabbed to death. They don't have guts that can fall out or get infected. When I found my poor bear in this state, I got out my needle and thread and began sewing him back up. While I worked on him, the grey bear told me how the red bear had snuck up on him in a drunken stupor, called him a few colorful terms, grabbed my letter opener from my desk, and proceeded to chase the poor grey bear around the room. He finally tripped over his own two paws in sheer fright, and the red bear fell upon him with the miniature sword. |
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Contents of this page copyright 2005 Pamela C. Prioli. |
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