Bear Life

The world in sepia and pastel was about to be hit with tinsel and fairy lights as Angel Bear prepared for Christmas. Hope your world is bright and beautiful too.

The cat had gone on Holiday.. the mouse strolled about the house and then froze with a sudden sense of danger... Chessire Bear was ready to pounce. Fluff was never so strange as the warped stuffing of Cheshire Bear.

Manouvring into position, hidden from observation, poised for combat ... bat bear reluctantly admitted to himself he was just hanging out for Christmas. Santa will never be so darkly and fluffily scrutinised for the efficiency of his entrance and exit into the lounge.

Chilling out under the Christmas tree, Christmas Bear was glad the powers that be had made lights able to twinkle. The pretty colors flickered through his empty fluff as he recovered from too much egg nog.

He stumbled whilst the fluff inside him jangled and buzzed sleepily to the cup. The first slurp was an awesome moment. Draining the cup Coffee Bear felt his fluff stir. Then with a plunge downward he faceplanted into the cup. He had waited too long before the refill.

Watch out, you better hide those canes... minty droppings around the tree indicate that dum dum dum daaaaaah.... the naughty insane addicted Candy Cane Rabbit is on the loose. All cliche's aside you don't want the mess of the little blighters' droppings stuck to your carpet. Really tough to vacuum up too.

Scrunch up the snow, roll it into a big couple of balls, add some ears, a face, sticks for paws and wallah! Snow Bear Snow your bear and bear the snow when.. and if you get any.

She said nothing as she lay limp in the fuzzy arms. The carrot was sapped of all her strength. Vampire Vege Sucker Bunny liked 'em that way. He took them back to his lair and devoured them. Then threw them to the compost. Sometimes Farmers would take up a pitchfork rally and try and root out these monster bunnies who stole their beautiful carrots before they could be presented to society. They were always unsuccessful. Because Vampire Bunny was too smart, too evil and .... multiplied like only rabbits can. So to this very day young carrots, celery sticks and even cabbages remain in grave compost danger from Vampire Vege Sucker Bunny.

Squished inside until someone opens the lid. BOING! Out come the bunnies wild and crazy and starved. For those meetings where a little extra crazy is desired. Or the canned chaos for a bunny hunt bear party. The special gift for someone who has everything. A new way to create a miniature golf course, check the can for bunny digging activity guesstimates. Canned bunny, invent your own need for it. It is out there.

The light beamed down and Teddy froze. Was it an alien? Was it a teddy copter? Was it the broken torch lying on the shelf above? Are we alone in this teddy universe? Teddy wondered and watched the steady ray of light waiting for a sign. He waited till the torch batteries ran out and was again in the dark.

Nuuuuhhhhhh! Is the cry of Reluctant Riser Bear as the sun peeks through the window. A kick of the well stuffed legs, a roll over, paws over the eyes. Reluctant Riser Bear is not happy as he comes unwillingly to wakefulness. Why did it have to be morning already?

Come this way they said, please wait here they said. Suddenly pulling across some tape the administrator smiled and said "Stay here out of sight, before you give all us teddies a bad name." Quarantined till further notice the teddies and bears stood forlornly. It was a bad hair day, why did it have to be worse than that? The stuffing wriggled and squirmed as they seethed with embarrassment. Their button eyes glimmered dully in the shadowy corner as they waited for their bad hair day to end.

Splitting at the seams the tummy was too round, too stuffed and starting to worry overstuffed bear. It had only been... um... well only a few chocolates.. and a couple of cake slices..some icecream, a little scoop.. a bit of custard.. a biscuit.. oh and the hot chocolate... with marshmallows, after dinner itself of course.... A soft sigh of happy chocolate haze escapes his bear lips, followed by a stuffed groan as his tummy seams complain.

If Ugh bear doesn't move he almost feels ok. Uuuurgh...Ugh bear can't get up Don't make him. His stuffing might collapse and there will be nothing left of Ugh bear but fluff and stuff floating off in the draught from under the door.

This bear's opinion has weight, when he nods he needs the support of other bears. When he walks the balance of front and back must be central to main squishy body or big head will topple. Centred, focussed and dependent on supporters this bear has big fluffy stuffing ideas on life.

Ear poised, echoing the puppet master kick, Bunneh knew he had to master his goal. "No fwear, I shwall assh kickeh the bear kung ffhu" Sensei Hare had mentioned that one should make peace with his enemies. But Bunneh assumed that meant pieces. "The fwoam shwall fwy and teddy gutsh shwall spwill." Serious ass kicking tones were hard to achieve with bunneh buck teeth.

The stuffing is not too squished, she can just feel her toes. It is a good thing teddies don't need to breathe. Cleavage bear was ready to face the world. Just getting up though will be an obstacle.

The left swing down with the butt of the gun followed by the jab from the right. Left foot connects with right cheek and gun swings from under to up. The battle is on. Instinct, fury and sheer pleasure of participating in the war fuels the ferocious stuffing contest. Who cares if it is a paint ball game gone wrong. The cause shall live on. Not that either of them know exactly.. to the last dusty bit of fluff in 'em what cause that might be.

Was it this way? What was I doing this way? I wonder if I could figure out what I am looking for. The inside stuffing all neatly twisted out of shape by worry, wings tired of flapping in every direction and button eyes threatening to water, Angel Ted wanders the world lost.

Bear for bear's sake can not be called art. Unless that is his name. The nose, the button eyes, the pose... what am I looking at? What does it mean? May the eye of the beholder decide what is best beholden and judge bear by bear as bear is beared. Keep nothing back. If you wonder whether there is a point to it... well keep wondering, it gives you something to do.  

The halo, though indistinct, floats above his head, his angelic smile melts your frantically frustrated heart. He is so sweet, so innocent, he could not possibly have anything to do with the chocolate stains on the couch or the broken plates hidden in the garden or the psuedo art work on your walls.

Just leave. Shut up. I can't think with all that racket. My fluff hurts to circumvent your large bladder of ignorance. I don't have a nice bone.. I just have fluff. Piss off and let this bear think.

A mask, a few fun slippers and fluff tied around the ears marred the reputation of koalas forever. Stanley, with no idea of the slander he was committing, hoped to scare the fluff out of the bunny below. He waited 'till the last second for his bestial roar, only to realise that maybe the tree had been too high, since he had to wait a minute or two.. Their fluff mingled and the strange tangle confused the autopsy results. A new beast was born: The Australian Drop Bear.

Nothing is wrong.. though my stuffing is wriggling. Nothing is good.. though I do like chocolate cake. Nobody likes me.. though I do have a lot of friends. Deep meaningful sighs escape this maudlin bear on his ho hum days.

And another one bites the fluff.. yeah. Pumped up on skittles and adrenaline from the anihilation of virtual bunnies, PvP Nightelf can be hard to bear.

Love, rubbing noses, too good to be true. Maybe it is.. maybe it is a ploy for the other side..but her nose rubbings are so good. His hugs are so fluffy and warm. We are all the same stuffing on the inside.. aren't we? It must be love. Love is blind. And in this case sickeningly cute.

After the family gathering, the great apocalypse , Death and Famine win the race. War, having to ride behind Pestilence, wishes he had a whip... and a face mask. Pestilence wishes he was better at riding a horse, it was not helping his sciatica. All of them wonder if a maxi taxi would be better next time.

Look at that! I want to go this way.. I want I want I want.. now mummy ... no.. ooohhhh loook.. I want.. can we.. and the rest is muffled as Long Suffering's brain switches off in order to survive the onslaught. Shopping with toddlers. Long Suffering bear suffers on aisle after aisle.

Happiness bursts the seams and stitches. Whirling feelings of joy and sheer fun threaten to explode his head. The spontaneous smile appears on your face as you behold Lollygobbleblissbomb bear, an infectious epiphany of 'ahhhhhhhhhhhh that's gooood'.

He was so powerful and control silly, she was so naive and sweet. Their fluff would forever be dustier for their knowing each other.... but it was a good thing?

Let it run and stain my cheeks. My aching heart reminds me I am still alive and the solemn stares of strangers let me know I don't fit in. Bear emotion and raw feelings are what I am about.

The teddys in handcuffs begged and pleaded. Outcasts, swearing allegiance to bunny kind. Pathetic. Smugly dragging their dusty tails back to the line is Border Patrol Bunny.

Egg theft?No, happens all the time. Bad bunny suit? No, happens all the time. Stupid bunny with an axe? No, happens all the time. Bunny slippers and a bunny suit? Yes definitely a probable cause for unending fury.

The black cloud fills the room and flashes and bites at everyone in it. The broken glass is no longer a vase in pieces... it is a weapon. A low growl slowly rises and grows in volume. Seconds before a roar.. mass exodus. Alone in her bad day world.

She does not know of the trail of death she leaves. Their eyes roll back, their mouth twitches its last smile as they die of melted hearts, clutching their chests in the heavenly feeling of having witnessed the terminally cute. Bearly humane bunny killer.

The shimmering light of the green eye peeps through the mouldy dusty bandages. A low growl issues from the wrapped creature as it stumbles forward. Its aura of anger and doom are powerful. Get out of the way, Mummy bear is on the hunt for coffee.

Birds chirping, sunshine through the windows, dust particles settling on my desk, it is all I can do to simply exist. Breathing and slumping are all that this bear can manage.

In disguise as the enemy I prowl with the bears at their picnic. I am not afraid. I am fearless as I digest iced buns and drink honey tea. Suddenly I am stared at... What can be the matter? They all seem to grow quiet and watchful. Oh.. this is not the way they would eat a carrot. Infiltrator bunny was a bunny who liked to tread with danger in each step, crunch on danger with each munch of his carrot.

The familiar grin leaves me unprepared for the spiky ball of sameness as it hits me, driving my passion out. Chained gladly to my love I watch it go, knowing my passion will swing back with a beautiful pain and need. Always ready with a bear love smile is ball and chain ted.

The bunny doll is finally finished. I smile as I as I skewer it, imagining the death of a thousand bunnies. I hear a thud behind me and I see a dead bunny! Its stuffing is leaking out from where I skewered the doll. Clutching at my rabbit ear hat my bear button eyes widen in fear of retribution. I was only playing?