Bear for Bear's Sake

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.

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F off I'm Thinking Bear

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.

I ate my valentine!

Falling to the floor in complete misery valentine bear cried her little button eyes out. In a fit of fluffy hunger she had eaten the treasured memento of her true love. Staining the stomach fluff was now the sugar heart that read 'I miss you already'. Her only hope now was that he would not ask to see it.

Beary Christmas

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.

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