B is for 'bear'ity.
In honor of B weeks, I'm starting a B-centric program for bears, because bears, especially baby ones are creatures that I care a lot about. No baby bear should ever be served porridge only to have it gobbled up by a greedy, ungrateful blonde human child. The cries of "Someone's been eating my porridge and they ate it all up!" must be silenced. I've mentioned the program before in previous posts, but today I'll tell you a little more about it. I can't let my concern hibernate any longer.
It's called BARE, and yes, it's an acronym: Bear Abuse Resistance Education, and no, I didn't steal it. I borrow; it's B-weeks.
It's no walk in the hundred-acre woods for baby bears these days. Life in among the trees is really tough and it's only getting tougher. Pressures from bear peers and even respected leaders in the bear community (Smokey the Bear...you should be ashamed) are causing young bears to pursue a life of drugs and alcohol, leading to violence and it needs to stop.
Just the other day, research observers captured the scene pictured at right. Two baby bears all hopped on who knows what ready to brawl it out just for their next fix. The subsequent pictures are far too disturbing to show. The mission of BARE is two fold - evidenced by the two slogans on the extremely well-made poster: To keep baby bears from the temptations of drugs and the tragedies that result and to prevent the abuse of baby bears, whether it be by humans or their own kind. Within the year, I and a group of trained bear specialists and drug experts will be entering local forests to educate baby bears and their parents on the dangers of drugs and the importance of a healthy diet.
If you care at all about the declining bear populations across the globe and you can not longer bear to see baby bears strung out and suffering, consider donating to this worthy and highly legitimate cause and making BARE you new charity (bearity) for the year. I BARE you.
In honor of B weeks, I'm starting a B-centric program for bears, because bears, especially baby ones are creatures that I care a lot about. No baby bear should ever be served porridge only to have it gobbled up by a greedy, ungrateful blonde human child. The cries of "Someone's been eating my porridge and they ate it all up!" must be silenced. I've mentioned the program before in previous posts, but today I'll tell you a little more about it. I can't let my concern hibernate any longer.
It's called BARE, and yes, it's an acronym: Bear Abuse Resistance Education, and no, I didn't steal it. I borrow; it's B-weeks.
It's no walk in the hundred-acre woods for baby bears these days. Life in among the trees is really tough and it's only getting tougher. Pressures from bear peers and even respected leaders in the bear community (Smokey the Bear...you should be ashamed) are causing young bears to pursue a life of drugs and alcohol, leading to violence and it needs to stop.
Just the other day, research observers captured the scene pictured at right. Two baby bears all hopped on who knows what ready to brawl it out just for their next fix. The subsequent pictures are far too disturbing to show. The mission of BARE is two fold - evidenced by the two slogans on the extremely well-made poster: To keep baby bears from the temptations of drugs and the tragedies that result and to prevent the abuse of baby bears, whether it be by humans or their own kind. Within the year, I and a group of trained bear specialists and drug experts will be entering local forests to educate baby bears and their parents on the dangers of drugs and the importance of a healthy diet. If you care at all about the declining bear populations across the globe and you can not longer bear to see baby bears strung out and suffering, consider donating to this worthy and highly legitimate cause and making BARE you new charity (bearity) for the year. I BARE you.
You have officially gone insane.
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