The Lion

wolfninjakpjoker

Greetings once again

Today i have come to the sudden realization that life in the forest isn't so fair after all. One would think that animals do not have the intellectual capacity to discriminate, but that one person would be more wrong than a grown man collapsing the sinuses of an infant with his fist.

As everyone know, the lion is the king of the forest. Now i do not know how a mammal whose natural habitat is not a forest came to live in one, but one thing i do know for sure is his obvious assertive omnipotence over the other animals. I have personally asked all the deer and foxes residing in my forest, and they do not really believe the lion got permission to be "in charge".

However, i refuse to subscribe to the fascism Lion is pushing upon all of us. The following changes were issued by The Lion:

1. No Bathing in the Creek
2. No Hunting
3. No Private Ownership of Organizations
4. NO BLOGGING

Now, i don't know if it's just me, but these unreasonable erratic most definitely signify the lion's inferiority complex. Obviously, he was mistreated as a cub and grew up as an attention seeking, masochistic impression of bad parenting.

Worst of all is that none of the forest animals have any way of standing up against him, because after all, being a lion, he will eat them. However, i have something over the other animals. I have the power of speech and blogging.

Now that i am writing this blog i will show you a picture i sketched (that's right, being a bear i also have great artistic skills).



Goodbye readers. And just remember - lions are horrible, dreadful (notice the tautology) animals and do not deserve to live.

Welcome

wolfninjakpjoker

Well you may all be wondering
"why is this blog entitled stories told by a bear?".
This question however brings upon many other questions which philosophers have been pondering over for centuries on end.

Instead of focusing all your frail human concentration powers on the fact that mainstream media is overproduced and lacking in the most simple creative processes, or on why this blog is entitled as it is, you could be enjoying the day or laughing innocently like a porcupine on helium.

So i will leave you with this thought:

"If i am a literate bear writing up an intellectual blog, then when will i find the time to hunt for food and gather supplies for winter."

Find out the answer to this question in the next blog.

Goodbye for now, my thought summary is expressed through this picture: