Bear, being unable to read, was not bothered by the world news as the discarded newspaper fluttered quite prettily on the dancing breeze over the field of wildflowers.
But how ever will Bear learn of yesterday’s precipitous drop in the Dow? Or of corruption, calumnity and bloodshed?
Ohhh, I understand now.
(settles down with Bear to enjoy the flowers blowing in the breeze)
Dow drop? I do believe Bear spends more time contemplating the dew drop.
Indeed. This would, of course, make him smarter than the average bear.
(Go ahead. I deserve it.)
Bear is indeed smart, knowing of not one but two types of dew—one for the morning and one for the evening. The morning version is the finest water, condensed by nature. The evening type is called Tullamore Dew and is condensed by the Irish. Bear has concluded that each represents a different type of perfection and each will require years of further contemplation.
[boot hugs Bear and settles down to contemplate the dew]
No-one gives a bear-hug like Bear.