Joy, and boredom.

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Hello everybody.

Bears, just like any other creature, are exposed to a variety of phenomenon. We must consume, drink, sleep. We groom ourselves, clipping our nails or trimming our vast quantities of hair. We compete with those unlike us, for conflict arises from misunderstanding.

Of course, afterward, a distinct marathon of disinterest and fatigue. It dawns on us upon that moment of uncertainty.

We become bored.

That fight cousin had with one of the lions from their pack. Yes he mauled him brilliantly, and still with utmost kindness chose to return what remained to his family.

Oh indeed, then we've plucked only the freshest of berries. Ripe, and complete perfection in taste and texture.

We feast upon a bee's nest. Without any bees tending to it, leaving the undefended honey free to congregate upon our tongues.

However, while all of life's pleasures can begin, they can all conclude.

It is the fact that boredom becomes from the degradation of joy. Had we not become so happy, we would have not become so happy. I think such a thing goes without saying.

But once those joys are done, as they come and go, you miss them. Perhaps, you need them.

And in your dread, another unsettling feeling.

But when will that feeling... for nothing, disappear? This so called boredom.

Why, this is a troubling conundrum. But all it requires to solve, is anything.

And in the consequence of other, perhaps irregular news. I guess I must fill in some of the missing points about me and my cousin.

We were once separated as cubs. I was captured by these mysterious bipedal creatures. They were highly unintelligent and wished for me to perform tricks to perhaps alleviate the stark boredom pre-inflicted upon themselves.

Of course, i was not pleased. In fact, I took quite well against them. My level of despise was greater of your more familiar mammal within this blog towards the infamous forest lion. And so, I devised a plan.

But it was quite simple. I was to escape. When thinking more logically, it became apparent, that such creatures that unintelligent, would suffer more alive then deceased.

And then after traveling like a normal bear, I wound up with a bear we all know too well.

This laptop holds so many mysteries. One contraption which carries away my boredom upon this liquid crystal display is a hilarious device cousin calls "Photoshop". Why, I have made so many entertaining edits of previously existing images.



Take for example, an image of the despicable lion. Putrid, foul breath can be attained by looking at his ridiculously opened jaw.

I have rendered this picture in a way that our fellow forest companions, perhaps those not as intelligent, may comprehend. I have posted this on many places. Forums, image boards, spreading the good word. And it has become well received.


Yes. Behold. And we have achieved unprecedented success in relaying our message.

The lion is a homosexual. Please take that into account when in his vicinity. Thank you.

Goodbye, dear friends.