The bear had power bursts all around it.

The bear had power bursts all around it. It was facing East.

Yet walked west . It was an eastern-western bear, and all those that came across it wandering the woods admired it's incongrous posture. Except for Squirrel Rick, who plotted

the downfall of ALL bears, not just those aligned latitudinally. "Tell me, bear," simpered Squirrel Rick, "why do you face the setting sun?" "To find out where it goes. My mother

always said that bears must watch and wait for the day when the last ray of light crosses over to the left of Middle Oak before they prepare to leave for the depths of the cave."

It was loaded with tupperware containers each labeled, "Do Not Open Until February." He growled. It was December and he, Mr. Bear, had insomnia.

But Mrs.Bear was a stickler for planning & intolerable when her fur was ruffled.He closed the larder.His stomach growled."I need a midwinter snack,something like Squirrel-on-a-stic

or an appetizer, like a Rat Chili!" Upon hearing of his wife's outburst/food cravings, Mr. Bear narrowed his eyes. "I think I've got just the right Chef for your tastes, dear."

So Mr. Bear called the chef who always cooked mountain oysters in a rat chili glaze and had him come over to cook for his wife. She would be so surprised when she found out he had

actually hired a chef for the special evening. For the first time in years, Mr.Bear made his wife's heart swoon especially as the food did not come out of a picnic basket like Yogi