Writing 101, Day 11: … oh, and day 12 too


Did you know that bears can’t sing?  It is true.

I once had a bear.  He was aptly named Bob. His fur was a golden blonde to smokey brown peppered with silver all about, it was soft and silky, as well as warm and fuzzy.  The kind of cuddly a Clown could really love.

Yes, he could not sing, he didn’t talk a lot. As if words held no meaning to him.  All of his communication was interpreted through dance. He would dance to any kind of peppy music, anything that would get recognized by Dick Clark on American Bandstand.

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