As the bear trundled through the wood looking for berries I sat up in a tree writing in my journal. It had been a long day and I just needed to get away from it all. I can’t help that I miss the city but I hate myself for loving the outdoors so much. Who knew that the solitude of the country could be so refreshing.
emily
Bears are mammals of the family Ursidae. Bears are classified as caniforms, or doglike carnivorans, with the pinnipeds being their closest living relatives. Although there are only eight living species of bear, they are widespread, appearing in a wide variety of habitats throughout the Northern Hemisphere and partially in the Southern Hemisphere. Bears are found in the continents of North America, South America, Europe, and Asia.
They appear in fairytales and in the woods.
If you see one that lookes angry you are told to lay down.
Albin
fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, fuzzy wuzzy had no hair fuzzy wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy was he?
keep a distance, face the front… he who doesn’t sees the butt
devin
When I was a kid my dad used to take me to the boundary water canoe area in northern Minnesota. When we were there we always had to hoist our food up hanging from a tree in the middle of the camp site so the bears wouldn’t eat it.
Ari
big black and hiding in a forrest, when a girl comes along and wonders why this bear is so much bigger than that of the teddies that line her bed at night. The bear is peacefully sleeping and the girls doesn’t want to disturb him and walks back from where she came.
Lauren
God I was sick and tired of tramping through this park, looking for picnic baskets. Why couldn’t I just eat honey or berries like my peers? Boo Boo is starting to grind my last nerve. The rangers are starting to get antsy about my constant presence. Calling it a “danger to the patrons of Yellowstone”. I’m a bear, leave me alone.
Colin
when the big black bear came to town, the rest of it’s inhabitants scattered. all for little suzy steeple. she cuddled up to the bear at first chance she could. R.I.P suzy steeple.
Micheal.clinton2013@gmail.com
bears are animals that are far too often misunderstood. I don’t think that we would be very happy if we humans were treated the way that bears are treated.
He was a hairy bear. He was a scary bear. But somehow I knew that he was a good bear. His nose was uplifted, his ears twitched, and I was thankful I was up wind of him.
Fedora
Grin and bear it , that’s what they say when life gets tough, and shit gets deep.
Mary Lou Wynegar
A man recently awoke (I saw this on the news) and there was a bear in his kitchen. He hit it with a baseball bat,it scratched and bit him, and the animal eventually had to be destroyed. Shame. But what was it doing in the kitchen?
Jim
Didn’t we just have this word? I guess I could change the context. I can’t bear to live in this house anymore.
johnnnyFAU@gmail.com
Bear. An integral part of nature. A mighty beast that rules the animal food chain….or A Leather Bound, Bike Wearing Homosexual. Which is the more majestic of the two?
Sara Stapleton
A big, brown grizzly bear smelled the fish cooking on the campfire; raising his head high in the air, trying to locate it’s source.
maria
its furry angry cute pooh? honey rawr! fierce mammals hibernation fish river yogi
ayryl
He was a grizzly bear of a man; tall and broad. And angry. At me. Luckily he didn’t have the speed of a grizzly bear. As it was I barely got away. How was I supposed know a pretty girl like her would belong to a man like that?
Doug McIntire
Bear is my friend and a dog next to me in the cubicle that I work in. He is cute but smells a little funny. He often wants a treat, unfortunately I don’t have any. Poor Bear
Nick
Bears are pretty amazing creatures. They’re huge, they’re fearsome, and they’re extremely protectie of their young. The mother bear is just like a human mother. She’ll never let anything happen to her young and no one will ever go against her.
Allison
So this bear shows up and he’s all like, “Yo what’s up, you got any honey”, and I’m like, “OMG WTF it’s a muthtruckin talking bear, no doubt”, and so I shot it. In the head. Twice.
Carl
He couldn’t bear it when they all walked away. For so long he had been surrounded by them, protected and nurtured, but now they were gone and there wasn’t anything he could do to bring them back.
…and the bear stood tall upon its hind legs. Fangs exposed and spit flying in every direction. It was clear that there was a sense of macabre but even I could not bring myself to raise my rifle and take a shot at the majestic being.
The green field stretched for miles, even past the crystal stream, until it could not be seen anymore. The blue sky was clear. The breeze was soft and cool. The sparrows could be heard sining from any of the surrounding pine trees. It was an atmosphere that was calm and tranquil, which was in complete contrast to the way I currently felt. Fear, anxiety, the need to run at a speed that could only be classified as supernatural; that was what I was feeling standing in that clearing. She was only a couple feet from me, and her presence took up more than physical form did. She was more than a bear. She seemed to be the forest itself. Her fur was thick, and appeared softer than cotton, not that I was idiotic enough to test that theory. Her body was strong and massive. Even on all fours, she hovered a couple feet above me. There was no denying her beauty, no matter how much fear raked through me. Although I wanted to run, and knew in the back on my mind that that was the logical thing to do, another part of me longed to reach out and hold her. It was her roar that kept me from moving in any direction. It was deep and even. If it were not for the fear that came along with the growl, I could have been convinced she was singing. It shook the ground below me, and trembled up my entire body. For that moment I was convinced that she could have shattered boulders and brought down trees with her roar. It was that very thing that evoked utter terror.
What a large animal. And good looking too. Every child love bears. And grown-ups, too! -Only when they are in love… If not, they could tear it appart with anger full of hate. Can you really bear it? The spectacle I mean. A thing you love, torn and finished. I suppose that’s the way it is.
Christina
Rusty. His name was Rusty the Bear and he had russet colored skin. He wasn’t your ordinary bear. He wasn’t silly like Yogi or somber like Smokey, he had a style that eclipsed those sorts of bears. He was a contemplative bear, a bear who worked for bear equality – who had compassion for the bears who were different. His name was Rusty Bear.
the bear attacked my friend last friday night. well, in our drunken stupor it became a bear when in all actuality it was a barbed wire fence that had fallen out of frustration. still a good night despite bear attack :)
Bear. Thats what we use to call him. The man had a hair so wild and uncontrolled, and with a physique that was the size of a grown lion, you could see where he got it from. But, in reality, he was actually a very nice guy – one who wouldn’t hurt anything if he had a choice.
the woods were silent and I was basking in the serenity of it all. Suddenly I heard a the crunching of limbs and leaves, and as i got to my feet, a bear appeared from the woods and we stood, face to face.
I froze; I didn’t breathe. It was bears that you were supposed to stand still for, right? Or am I mixing them up with the T-rex’s from that movie…was it bears you were supposed to act large for?
He got closer, the mound of brown fur standing on end.
The bear hug was unexpected. I had not seen him in so many years, and I wasn’t sure what to say, or how to approach him. But when he looked up and saw me, his eyes sparkled and crinkled in the corners, and he headed toward me so fast, I couldn’t see it coming. His arms had never felt so good.
My facination with the occult began at the age of 69 bear s where all the rage back then, especialy in manchester, the saying was if you didn’t have a bear you were a square
Rhys Hobart
I stood at the door to the deck and couldn’t believe my eyes…there was a bear on my deck. A big, black bear. I’m accustomed to squirrels, birds, wild turkeys, raccoons and deer in the yard, but bears? That’s just a bit too much.
A bear is a wonderful creature. It lives with not worry or care for it’s fellow bear kind, because of it’s massive rear end it is a massive attraction to femal does and vuffets
Rhys Hobart
bear with me. i’m not that easy, i know. but inhale, embrace me, even when i turn away, because you know me–you feel what i need. we’re naked, bare. we’re barely there.
gallygal
cuddly.
chubby little stubby all stuffed with fluff. he’s winnie the pooh. winnie the pooh. silly little billy old BEAR.
And she was the kind of girl that took speech class when she stuttered. That beat all the boys on the mechanical bull. The girl that wore high heels just in case she got in a fight. And still she couldn’t bear to see you step out of that car.
Again? This is the second time I get this word. When will it end? Is bear the only word? What happened to all the other words in the English language? Are they less important, less worthy of mention than bear? Unfair! Unjust! Unbearable!
snerk
An animal, brown and dangerous though most people think of it as cuddly and fluffy. Personally I blame Pooh bear who bears responsibility for all the false impressions children and adults have about bears.
snerk
“Bears, black bears to be exact, are bigger than you think they’re going to be up close.” Mariah adjusted her backpack and read on from the camping guide. “It says here that we shouldn’t leave our food in our tent.” “Um duh,” Sebastian replied. “Who would do that?” “You’d be surprised,” the twelve year old said wisely. “You’d be surprised.”
As the bear trundled through the wood looking for berries I sat up in a tree writing in my journal. It had been a long day and I just needed to get away from it all. I can’t help that I miss the city but I hate myself for loving the outdoors so much. Who knew that the solitude of the country could be so refreshing.
Bears are mammals of the family Ursidae. Bears are classified as caniforms, or doglike carnivorans, with the pinnipeds being their closest living relatives. Although there are only eight living species of bear, they are widespread, appearing in a wide variety of habitats throughout the Northern Hemisphere and partially in the Southern Hemisphere. Bears are found in the continents of North America, South America, Europe, and Asia.
They appear in fairytales and in the woods.
If you see one that lookes angry you are told to lay down.
fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, fuzzy wuzzy had no hair fuzzy wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy was he?
keep a distance, face the front… he who doesn’t sees the butt
When I was a kid my dad used to take me to the boundary water canoe area in northern Minnesota. When we were there we always had to hoist our food up hanging from a tree in the middle of the camp site so the bears wouldn’t eat it.
big black and hiding in a forrest, when a girl comes along and wonders why this bear is so much bigger than that of the teddies that line her bed at night. The bear is peacefully sleeping and the girls doesn’t want to disturb him and walks back from where she came.
God I was sick and tired of tramping through this park, looking for picnic baskets. Why couldn’t I just eat honey or berries like my peers? Boo Boo is starting to grind my last nerve. The rangers are starting to get antsy about my constant presence. Calling it a “danger to the patrons of Yellowstone”. I’m a bear, leave me alone.
when the big black bear came to town, the rest of it’s inhabitants scattered. all for little suzy steeple. she cuddled up to the bear at first chance she could. R.I.P suzy steeple.
bears are animals that are far too often misunderstood. I don’t think that we would be very happy if we humans were treated the way that bears are treated.
He was a hairy bear. He was a scary bear. But somehow I knew that he was a good bear. His nose was uplifted, his ears twitched, and I was thankful I was up wind of him.
Grin and bear it , that’s what they say when life gets tough, and shit gets deep.
A man recently awoke (I saw this on the news) and there was a bear in his kitchen. He hit it with a baseball bat,it scratched and bit him, and the animal eventually had to be destroyed. Shame. But what was it doing in the kitchen?
Didn’t we just have this word? I guess I could change the context. I can’t bear to live in this house anymore.
Bear. An integral part of nature. A mighty beast that rules the animal food chain….or A Leather Bound, Bike Wearing Homosexual. Which is the more majestic of the two?
A big, brown grizzly bear smelled the fish cooking on the campfire; raising his head high in the air, trying to locate it’s source.
its furry angry cute pooh? honey rawr! fierce mammals hibernation fish river yogi
He was a grizzly bear of a man; tall and broad. And angry. At me. Luckily he didn’t have the speed of a grizzly bear. As it was I barely got away. How was I supposed know a pretty girl like her would belong to a man like that?
Bear is my friend and a dog next to me in the cubicle that I work in. He is cute but smells a little funny. He often wants a treat, unfortunately I don’t have any. Poor Bear
Bears are pretty amazing creatures. They’re huge, they’re fearsome, and they’re extremely protectie of their young. The mother bear is just like a human mother. She’ll never let anything happen to her young and no one will ever go against her.
So this bear shows up and he’s all like, “Yo what’s up, you got any honey”, and I’m like, “OMG WTF it’s a muthtruckin talking bear, no doubt”, and so I shot it. In the head. Twice.
He couldn’t bear it when they all walked away. For so long he had been surrounded by them, protected and nurtured, but now they were gone and there wasn’t anything he could do to bring them back.
…and the bear stood tall upon its hind legs. Fangs exposed and spit flying in every direction. It was clear that there was a sense of macabre but even I could not bring myself to raise my rifle and take a shot at the majestic being.
The green field stretched for miles, even past the crystal stream, until it could not be seen anymore. The blue sky was clear. The breeze was soft and cool. The sparrows could be heard sining from any of the surrounding pine trees. It was an atmosphere that was calm and tranquil, which was in complete contrast to the way I currently felt. Fear, anxiety, the need to run at a speed that could only be classified as supernatural; that was what I was feeling standing in that clearing. She was only a couple feet from me, and her presence took up more than physical form did. She was more than a bear. She seemed to be the forest itself. Her fur was thick, and appeared softer than cotton, not that I was idiotic enough to test that theory. Her body was strong and massive. Even on all fours, she hovered a couple feet above me. There was no denying her beauty, no matter how much fear raked through me. Although I wanted to run, and knew in the back on my mind that that was the logical thing to do, another part of me longed to reach out and hold her. It was her roar that kept me from moving in any direction. It was deep and even. If it were not for the fear that came along with the growl, I could have been convinced she was singing. It shook the ground below me, and trembled up my entire body. For that moment I was convinced that she could have shattered boulders and brought down trees with her roar. It was that very thing that evoked utter terror.
What a large animal. And good looking too. Every child love bears. And grown-ups, too! -Only when they are in love… If not, they could tear it appart with anger full of hate. Can you really bear it? The spectacle I mean. A thing you love, torn and finished. I suppose that’s the way it is.
Rusty. His name was Rusty the Bear and he had russet colored skin. He wasn’t your ordinary bear. He wasn’t silly like Yogi or somber like Smokey, he had a style that eclipsed those sorts of bears. He was a contemplative bear, a bear who worked for bear equality – who had compassion for the bears who were different. His name was Rusty Bear.
I peered
the bear attacked my friend last friday night. well, in our drunken stupor it became a bear when in all actuality it was a barbed wire fence that had fallen out of frustration. still a good night despite bear attack :)
Bear. Thats what we use to call him. The man had a hair so wild and uncontrolled, and with a physique that was the size of a grown lion, you could see where he got it from. But, in reality, he was actually a very nice guy – one who wouldn’t hurt anything if he had a choice.
the woods were silent and I was basking in the serenity of it all. Suddenly I heard a the crunching of limbs and leaves, and as i got to my feet, a bear appeared from the woods and we stood, face to face.
I froze; I didn’t breathe. It was bears that you were supposed to stand still for, right? Or am I mixing them up with the T-rex’s from that movie…was it bears you were supposed to act large for?
He got closer, the mound of brown fur standing on end.
I couldn’t help it – I gasped.
The bear hug was unexpected. I had not seen him in so many years, and I wasn’t sure what to say, or how to approach him. But when he looked up and saw me, his eyes sparkled and crinkled in the corners, and he headed toward me so fast, I couldn’t see it coming. His arms had never felt so good.
My facination with the occult began at the age of 69 bear s where all the rage back then, especialy in manchester, the saying was if you didn’t have a bear you were a square
I stood at the door to the deck and couldn’t believe my eyes…there was a bear on my deck. A big, black bear. I’m accustomed to squirrels, birds, wild turkeys, raccoons and deer in the yard, but bears? That’s just a bit too much.
A bear is a wonderful creature. It lives with not worry or care for it’s fellow bear kind, because of it’s massive rear end it is a massive attraction to femal does and vuffets
bear with me. i’m not that easy, i know. but inhale, embrace me, even when i turn away, because you know me–you feel what i need. we’re naked, bare. we’re barely there.
cuddly.
chubby little stubby all stuffed with fluff. he’s winnie the pooh. winnie the pooh. silly little billy old BEAR.
hugs and softness, and childhood companions.
And she was the kind of girl that took speech class when she stuttered. That beat all the boys on the mechanical bull. The girl that wore high heels just in case she got in a fight. And still she couldn’t bear to see you step out of that car.
Again? This is the second time I get this word. When will it end? Is bear the only word? What happened to all the other words in the English language? Are they less important, less worthy of mention than bear? Unfair! Unjust! Unbearable!
An animal, brown and dangerous though most people think of it as cuddly and fluffy. Personally I blame Pooh bear who bears responsibility for all the false impressions children and adults have about bears.
“Bears, black bears to be exact, are bigger than you think they’re going to be up close.” Mariah adjusted her backpack and read on from the camping guide. “It says here that we shouldn’t leave our food in our tent.” “Um duh,” Sebastian replied. “Who would do that?” “You’d be surprised,” the twelve year old said wisely. “You’d be surprised.”