Bear Life

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?