The Disturbance At The Bear Family Home, flash fiction by Kelly Jeanne at Spillwords.com

The Disturbance At The Bear Family Home

The Disturbance At The Bear Family Home

written by: Kelly Jeanne

 

“This is Fuzzy Wuzzy, Cub Reporter, with Pooh & Paddington Press. We’re at the home of the Bear Family, talking with Mama Bear, where there was a break-in just moments ago.”

“Can you tell us what happened, Mrs. Bear?”

“Well, we just got back from camping. Bearing in mind, we had to cut our trip short for lack of toilet paper. As you might know, bears do relieve themselves in the woods. We just didn’t have enough of the bear necessities.”

“Mama!” wailed Baby Bear in em-bear-assment.

“That’s okay, son,” said Papa Bear, putting a reassuring paw on his shoulder. “Just learn to grin and bear it.”

“Anyway,” continued Mama, “we entered our home expecting to prepare for our yearly hibernation, when we noticed the kitchen table was in disarray.”

Turning to Papa, she scolded, “Papa, you told me you had washed and put away the dishes!”

“Yes, dear. I bear full responsibility.”

Mama resumed. “We walked into the living room, and Baby Bear’s chair was kindling wood! Can you imagine? We couldn’t bear the sight of it!”

At this point, Papa interjected. “We agreed to clean up the mess after our hibernation and headed upstairs to our bedrooms.”

“Papa and I gave our son one last bear hug to hold him over until spring. He’s such a teddy bear,” Mama said with pride.

“Shortly after Baby Bear entered his room, we heard him screaming at the top of his lungs! We lumbered as quickly as possible in his direction. I was bearing my teeth, anticipating what I might find, and —”

“A girl was sleeping in my bed!” yelled Baby Bear.

“How much more were we expected to bear?” said Mama.

“We could see her golden curls peeking out from under the blanket, when suddenly, she woke up, squealing and shaking,” said Papa. “To be honest, I felt sorry for her — we all did!”

“She did bear a strong resemblance to someone we met a while back who wore a red cape,” said Mama.

“Will you be pressing charges, Mr. Bear?” enquired Fuzzy Wuzzy, the Cub Reporter.

“No. She’s so young. We don’t bear any grudges. When we noticed she wasn’t bearing up too well, Mama made her a nice hot cup of Black Bear-y tea with a touch of honey.”

Smiling, the Cub Reporter said, “It appears you’re smarter than the average bear.”

Chuckling, Papa Bear remarked, “Oh no. That would be our neighbor, Yogi Bear.”

 

~ The End ~

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