My Weary Bear

My Weary Bear desperately wanted a bag of poop that they would demolish. This is certainly a fairly original thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Bear, who had decided that this idea is miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop would be the item that was opted for.

My Weary Bear always carried a pint of beer that they liked to put in the bath with him. This seems to be a fairly unusual thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Bear, who considered that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Strangely, a pint of beer was the thing that was chosen.

My Weary Bear desperately searched for a CD player that they would eat. This seems a curious undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Bear, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, wonderful. Bizarrely, a CD player was the item that was selected.

My Weary Bear looked for a bag of poop that they sometimes eat. This seems to be a fairly new suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Bear, who assumed it was sublime. Honestly, a bag of poop is the thing to choose.

My Weary Bear craved for a pint of beer that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. It would be a fairly exciting undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Bear, who thought it would be spectacular. Bizarrely, a pint of beer was the item that was selected.

My Weary Bear needed a crown that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is a new thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Bear, who had decided it was out of this world. Bizarrely, a crown being the thing selected.