Beware the baby bear

Little bear sniffed the air
as he entered their home.
Something wasn’t quite right.

His neatly placed little bear slippers
Were gone from their place on the mat and his parent’s were not in the neat fashion as they always had been.

“Who’s been wearing my slippers” he growled in his squeaky little bear voice.

Conspiracy theories in his little mind running over time.
Little bear sniffed the air
as he entered their home.

Something wasn’t quite right.
His nearly placed little bear slippers
Were gone from their place on the mat and his parent’s were not in the neat fashion as they always had been.

“Who’s been wearing my slippers” he growled in his squeaky little bear voice.

Conspiracy theories in his little mind running over time.

Off to the kitchen he hasten.

“Someone’s been eating my yoghurt and honey oat!!!” He whined as he held the empty green bowl on the kitchen counter top.

He had been wanting to savor it as he was famished from their hike in the woods.

He marched to his room and stared at his bed.
An angel with golden locks asleep upon his bed.
He scooped her with a paw and mauled her for her faults.

And as he licked himself clean.
Mama entered and muttered,
“Now I have to redo the clean sheets I’ve laid… “.

The end.

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