humans don’t know this
but hidden in every city and village
there’s a tiny town just for bears
you might not believe me
but it’s true
bears don’t live there
they just gather there each December
to discuss and decide which child they would like to care for
it’s a tremendously difficult task
the bear must fit the child
and the child must fit the bear
stories of mismatched pairs are tragic and terrifying
so choosing wisely is of the utmost importance
the bears go into the relationships knowing they will be squashed
slept on and dragged on the ground
their ears will be chewed and pulled and they may lose fur or even an eye
first-aid classes are given so that the bears can care for their charges should they fall ill
telling stories and singing lullabies are all part of a proper bear’s training
and every bear lives by the The Bear’s Code of Ethics and can recite it by heart
The Bear Code of Ethics
1. Be kind and loving at all times
2. Be available
3. Never be cross
4. If loved properly expect to be damaged
5. Answer to whatever name you are given
6. Always put your child first
7. Be prepared…to be left behind when your child grows up
8. If possible, make your way to a new child
9 If not, know that you were once precious and well loved
I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life
Brave & Reckless 
I have my own bear. his name is Berry White.
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how wonderful. I’m so happy for both of you. 🙂
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i would reply with his picture but you cant here 🙂
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I have had one bear since age 3 or 4, now, after more than 70 years, much bedraggled and nearly hairless. I’m not even sure how it survived, but it has.
BTW: The “Reblog” button is missing (again?).
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I’ve had so much trouble with the “reblog” button on my blog. I don’t know what’s going on. As for your bear. You are a lucky man. Never let your bear go. He’s you life traveling companion. 🙂
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According to my mom, she had to buy it because I pulled off the ribbon on it’s neck (must have been a bow). I think that story made it more special.
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No reblog. But thank you Christine. I got on here but don’t know if it will last.
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I was finally able to reblog it. Thank you again.
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This is both hilarious, and extremely touching at the same time.
Bravo, Gi! Chapeau!
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