Yikes, people, looks like the bears on the mountain need to mellow out. My pal Blackie Bear could have been this bear cub, if he weren’t sitting on the couch eating cookies.
I had no idea this happened! This is the kind of thing that happens while you’re passed out, an empty bottle of Trois Pisoles lying beside you along with some vague ambitions to review it later. What on earth?
My friend Scarybear is a grizzly and probably agrees that what happened was all natural. What do you think? Should I be worried that he’ll maul me to death?
Liquorstore Bear 