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Introduction: This is the lovely tale of a curious bear who achieved in society even though he couldn't speak or read, and therefore did not understand anything. Many people ask what was this bear's name? Is it not a little tragic that he has no name to pass on the legacy? Well, no. He's a bear. Bears are bears. They don't have names. They are bears. Silly.
The Bear who couldn't... Once there was a brown bear of only 7 years old, whose only regret was that it never thought to learn to speak. It was only a young bear but since bears live to be only about... well I don't know, let's say 20 years, before they suddenly die dramatically, the bear was almost middleaged. And the brown bear had never heard of anyone who'd gone through life without the ability to speak and actually made anything of their life. The owls and the pigeons in the forest had never uttered a single hoot or coo about such a thing. Not that he actually understood them. He couldn't speak any bird language either. They understood his hungover growling, however; but he never really knew how. One day the Bear woke up with a though. He'd just woken up from a very long sleep the ground to be suprisingly moist and the air strangely warmer than the cold it had been before; and though he had a headache you know those ones you get from oversleeping that make you feel tired for the rest of the morning - he decided to go down to the river. Now he liked the river, especially on days where it was suprisingly moist and a little warmer than usual. They didn't happen very often. They were pretty special days. They came along in groups of like 7 or 14 of them. On these days he liked going down to the river. The river was full of suicidal fishes. They just jumped out of the water trying to be caught in his mouth. They're a bit blind, he thought as he caught one in his mouth, they keep missing my mouth. And some of them aren't even jumping were there are bears. Silly fishes. Once he'd had his fill, he noted that he should come back tomorrow and hope they were in the same mood, and plodded back to the trees. But something caught his eye. There was something hanging from the tree. And it wasn't a leaf. He'd
There were no leaves. He moved closer. unlike the mossy floor he was accostumed to. sniffed it. until something new caught his eye. Plodding along this path of black. crackled. but when he turned to look they'd disappeared. Or atleast something he can interperate. and smell of wierd. Something that. he'd made that mistake before. and likely he'd find something he regretted that was linked to that as well if he kept staring at it. Everything was block like.. Then he stopped. that held not colour but black . Then somebody screamed. It smelt weird. There were no trees. It was could not be a tree though. It had a symbol and was shaped like something.made that mistake before. Something that was not a tree. weird smelling stick. Like another bear attached to the stick telling him what to do through a medium he understands. Or Cansas . So he continued. That distance seemed enough and not at all vague for him. And it was hard. But the smell held something. He couldn't read. He looked round and saw nothing to scream about so just thought that was weird and carried on. he could smell also.. Interesting like the smell.or maybe a very dark grey with a twinge of green or brown or something. Took his head up and realised he wasn't in the Forest anymore. which took his time. A path he'd never taken before. Or what they could possibly mean. A weird.. So he continued. So it was not a tree. Obviously he wasn't meant to understand it. Didn't have a clue what the symbols of that thing represented. inedible. It wasn't a broken branch either. he'd never seen anywere like this. Something that was strange. stoney.. and wondered what the hell it actually was. Though the tall straightness of the stick that held it was quite treelike. I mean. So he continued. He followed the path for a while. but mostly black. who screams at nothing? . This time it was a different shape. There was something next to the path. New wasn't exactly nice but it was interesting. when he walked further along. He continued so far he'd stopped noticing these things on the road and just stared at the road. cold path. Stuck on a cold. So he followed both of them. But it still was not a tree. A path to a black path. In fact.wherever that was. Lifeless and dull. This is was another of his regrets. otherwise it would be something he could understand. He walked for another while and then some before he stopped and saw another thing on a stick. He didn't understand this one either. and wasn't a leaf or branch. Stone coloured. There was a path this scent took.
He found it funny that in appologising to the leafy things . BANG. His heart raced. What was he doing to make it do this? He touched it and when he did it calmed. His nails however ripped the thin stuff under him so he could touch the stone and all was good. And he looked about the thin leafy things that flapped about and teared something. thin sheets of colourful things looked really interesting. He snorted out a laugh. It swung back.he ruined more. that's who. It swung against his paw and stopped. Nothing happened that harmed the bear. What was this? He could not even know. This made him slip slightly as the surfaces created some kind of lack of friction and grip. They were small for his bear eyes . That and the pictures. . Even though they had lots of symbols on them. But the leafy. It stopped. BANG. Something on the flat surface of the big blocky thing was moving and made the sound. It had really scared the bear. They had pictures of tiny people on them. Just a noise that startled him.Crazy people. The colours he liked though. The bear let go intruiged and it swung completely back and then BANG. It did not make the bang. he could see more interesting pictures of people. And they were stacked up in piles next to this other weird block thing that smelt of something sweet actually. "Sorry" he muttered with a small grumble. There were also lines of scribbles or more symbols. almost skipping a beat. So he didn't look. Then he found some colour. It swung. Then he saw another place with these things. He moved backwards and watched as the thing attached to the surface swung again. There were block like leaf things that were stacked together some how. but nothing looked particularly edible and he wasn't hungry. So he walked over.he couldn't tell. The irony. And by pulling them apart with his teeth or claws. loud noises. It made noises. for no reason. but then put his foot on another. but they moved in the slight breeze. and stopped. He went upto the swinging thing and held his paw out to it. His bear humour was funny.. The bear jumped backwards. He liked his bear humour. then onto his paw. although getting them a little messy and ripped and wet. Then there was a BANG..which obviously are not alive and have no feelings . There was a group of them outside this big blocky thing.
All he'd ever killed were fish before. maybe it wanted me to see this. He turned but saw nothing. I shall give it a hug. Some of them had colours. Maybe this is what the thing wanted. I see. Odder than the weird smell before. With his 7 year old feet he plodded right up to the thing and sat infront of it on his back legs. He was casually looking at these interesting symbol things which if he could read he'd be able to decipher. He tried putting his weight on them but most of them stayed put and would not move. The bloody thing fell to the floor. And some had more symbols that he could count. There were encaging surroundings..Oh. Including the underlying clouds of grey matter that then engulfed the enclosed vacinity around him when he did. A hole that only appeared when the swinging thing did not go BANG. It smelt like old and musk and dust and a thousand years of.. It smelt odd. thought the bear. and the thin-leafy things they lie away from it. something. This made him sneeze and cough. thought the bear. So he followed the smell. But it smelt so lovely. The bear jumped back and off it.. All it wanted was a hug. a little eager. I've crushed it. The strangeness of this was the bear only just looked to his right. . Muskier. He placed his body and weight on the thing that swung into him and. Some of them had pictures. and found himself in a big open space. CRACK. it wasn't that open. Stretching his body he stood to a great height. well he didn't know how many claws he had. I've killed it. There were solid things that kept him in a certain area. And the things he toppled over. like he had before. Oh dear. and they wanted to die. they were just like the thin-leaf things that had the pictures. Okay. It smelt good. Which wasn't a lot since he had. There was a hole. Then some strange scuffling from behind him occured. It covered it up when it did.. It swung into him. and then he stood on his back legs. So he did. It smelt nicer. The bear was scared.. Look there is nothing else about. The poor thing is lonely. Its dead. But the BANGing had stopped. There was nothing. He sniffed the air. It smelt so good. but there was a lot more than his total he could tell you that much. He'd probably know so much.but obviously didn't since he was here. Or some of them. pondered the bear. just the gentle breeze that had helped the thing to swing.. There was the lack of freedom like the woods that seemed to go on forever . some of them were boring. Some toppled and made everything clatter. They jumped straight into his mouth.
And they pointed things at him. is also a mystery to him. "oh sorry" he appologised with a grumble as he ripped another page. This was odd to him. "Hey?!" he growled annoyed." he said. He felt the pain of some thing that hit him before the sound was actually processed by him. Sometimes he had to wait to go . He doesn't know what they did. He was annoyed now. "Oh hi there. and he sat down. it makes not difference really. for some reason pointing things at him. as he turned to his side and saw to fuzzy red things poking from him. Thankfully here he got fish everyday. Then he heard another. Damned claws. It seemed so interesting. and took a step forward. "I just wanted to be it's friend. All he'd done is come here to look at some symbols in peace. It was a soft propulsion of something. He still isn't sure. Well they took at least one step closer and then he blanked. He turned curiously. "What the hell?" another appeared on his foot. but these interesting thin things seemed to be allergic and die whenever his sharp claws touched them. "That's not even a good shot!" he roared. he thought as his jaw relaxed far too much and he toppled to the ground. he couldn't tell the difference." he swiped at another symbol-rich thin leaf of whatever it was. "I'm just carousing around these things here. Where he woke up." He turned back to the people. They were also knelt down. Then the scuffling got louder and a small click could be heard from behind him. He saw the group of people take a step closer to him and they waited until he closed his eyes to move closer. He was here. probably words. It must have been. "I don't know why but I keep doing that" he frowned.so long as these weren't all telling him the same things. But they were knelt down. "You know what I mean?" he titled his head. though. which shocked them. Well noises. Was that too much to ask for a bear? Obviously it is. Why he'll never be able to get to river to eat the suicidal fish again was simple. and he didn't need to sleep so long on the cold days because he had some kind of magic warming device that appeared whenever the cold seemed to. They were good for grip and traction in the ground. He didn't understand why they were doing that. There was a group of people standing before him. They grumbled words at each other. This made him sad. and then another pain on his side occured.
then you'd be able to get back in. He didn't have to worry about symbols or speech. much easier than his other life. If you left it for a while. He didn't need that. like the swinging thing that BANGED. who'd come to the edge of where he could go and chuck a large containment thing of fish over the thing he couldn't get through. There was some woman. sometimes double that amount or triple that amount. and it sometimes got stuck. there was a thing that moved. He had none. or whether the fish weren't coming. He didn't care about his regrets. And to be honest.into his den. or hunger. And he was happy. It was awesome. . Eitherway he didn't have to worry about weird smells. sometimes a man.
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