The Remarkable Tale of Bearnice, the Rambling Bear
Chapter 2 Book 1 Volume 1
So off they went to Los Angeles, where Bearnardo got a job in the L.A. Zoo and Bearnice took some classes at UCLA. She was so happy to be a UCLA Bruin.
And Bearnardo got his chance to see the sun dipping into the sea. The two of them went to the beach one day, they walked bearfoot in the sand. In the evening, around a small campfire with the waves crashing on shore, they looked up at the constellations of Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, and beared their souls to each other.
And yet, though they were here at last, free as the wind, watching the sun dip slowly in the sea, yet Bearnardo was not happy still. It was the summer of love, and Bearnardo wanted to dig the San Francisco scene. Bearnice was just happy to be with him.
But Bearnardo was wild and irascible, which is why everyone who knew Bearnardo used to call him ‘the wild and irascible Beanardo,’ back in the day, as they say, back in the day long before he and Bearnice arrived in San Francisco one foggy summer afternoon, fluffed up their fur with their paws, and plopped their polar bear selves right smack down in the middle of Strawbeary Hill, Golden Gate Park, San Francisco. They were there because Bearnice liked the name ‘Strawbeary Hill.’
The young bear couple lived a happy and simple life. They had everything they needed. They lived in a cubby hole they carved in an overgrown bramble on top of the hill. They had plenty to eat that nature provided, fresh fish, wild game, assorted grubs and such.
Bearnice took classes at Cal Berkeley. She was a Cal Bear. Bearnardo liked to forage in the hills of the City. He enjoyed dining out. They loved the climate, the chilly days.
Every now and then when the Cubs or the Bears came to town they would try to catch a ballgame, but it was tough with their limited means. It’s a struggle when you’re young, the two lovers came to learn, no matter how much in love you may be.
Alas, one day, Bearnice came home early and caught Bearnardo bear-hugging another in flagrante delicto. In her fury she walked out the door and never looked back.
Bearnardo and his shameless nameless hussy left town shortly thereafter. It has been said that Bearnardo was seen recently in Paris, with a wife and a denful of snot-nosed little cubbies crawling all over the place and hanging on him. Bearnardo did not look pleased.
Meanwhile, Bearnice realized that while she was in love and apparent bliss with Bearnardo, the real object of her affections was gradually stealing her heart and soul completely, so that once the wild and irascible Bearnardo was out of her life for good, a true and abiding love for our fair City had already been kindled deep within her heart and had fully consumed her very soul.
More to come.
Photos used: Red bedroom- By wikimedia.org user: Victuallers, Bears in bedroom- commons.wikimedia.org, and Bear with cubs- By Susanne Miller.