“Flying Bear? Butterflies fly… you think you can too Bear?” said red bird shaking his head.
“Red bird I can fly. As a man thinks so is he… I’m male… I think… why can’t I be a flying bear?” asked Bear.
Bear stood back… beat his chest… hollered, “Flying Bear… Flying Bear… Flying Bear! See me fly!
Silly Bear, you’re not a flying bear. You are standing on the ground bellowing flying bear,” said red bird.
“My definite major purpose… I am a flying bear. Bear ran in circles flapping his arms, “I am a flying bear.”
Bear jumped on a high tree stump… flapping his arms. “I am a flying bear,“… he jumped to the ground.
“That’s not flying. That’s jumping… watch the butterfly and me,” as red bird flapped his wings… flying around Bear’s head.
“I know how to fly red bird. Thanks, you showed me how,” said Bear.
“I’m tired… hard work being a flying bear. Nap time in my bear cave,” Bear yawned… ducked under the waterfall into his cave.
“Sweet dreams flying bear,” said red bird. “I see you soaring… you’re a flying bear.”
“My jet trails are multi colored. Everyone sees and knows it is me… flying bear.
They enjoy my air show… I demonstrate my talents as flying bear. I put the brakes on my flying bear carpet.
Now I turn hard left on my flying bear carpet. Let’s drift downward flying bear carpet,” Bear woke up suddenly.
“What’s that noise? Something landed on the roof of my bear cave.”
“Who or what are you to land on my roof?” Bear stood outside looking up… he talked out loud to himself.
“Show yourself now… I’ll come up on the roof… grrr,” Bear was angry. “My dream ruined… how to get it back?
Polar Bear Cold!
Time for sleep… maybe snow shifting on the roof made the noise. The wind had picked up… it shifted the snow
Snore… snore… snore,” Bear was back in dreamland. “My beautiful carpet obeys my flying bear commands.”
A carpet wrapped Bear’s body as he rolled in it. The carpet warmed him… cold inside the cave… the fire burnt down to embers.
Bear rolled over more… a small creature rolled off the roof onto the path to Bear’s cave. The creature was noisy… Bear heard nothing… the carpet muffled the sound.
“Brrr… it’s cold like ice cubes… polar bears live here? I’m going inside this cave… no wind,” said the small creature… he walked Bear’s path.
The small creature stumbled. He walked into Bear sound asleep… rolled up in the carpet.
“My big toe hurts! Ouch,” said the small creature jumping up and down.
The small creature felt around. He felt warm air coming out of the end of the carpet.
“Nice. I’ll curl up in this warm air,” said the small creature.
Bear sneezed. Something tickled his nose.
“Yachooie, yachooie and yachooooie,” Bear’s final sneeze. “I’ve never had allergies before… what’s going on?”… Bear was awake.
Bear stirred the embers from his earlier fire. He lit his torch.
Bear held the torch high. It cast shadows on the walls of the cave.
He walked around the cave. He came to a small crevice.
“Wow look at the little creature. You are so small and trembly,” said Bear.
The small creature tried to hide. He hid his eyes only.
“What are you doing here in my cave?” roared Bear.
“I’m not sure. I’m lost,” said the small creature.
“Where are you from?” said Bear.
“I’m from the desert. I am not used to cold and white stuff.
You’re way north in cold country little one. This is snow country,” said Bear.
Time for Laundry?
The embers found new life. The flames flared.
The sudden flames startled Bear. He turned… looked at the fire.
The small creature saw his chance to escape. He ran quickly to escape Bear.
He ran into a clothes line. It was drying Bear’s lime green socks.
The clothes line stretched… broke… ‘twang’. Ricocheting the small creature off the cave walls.
The small creature held the broken clothes line. The clothes line quit ‘twanging’, slowed down and wrapped the small creature in Bear’s lime green socks.
The small creature had a lime green sock on his head. It covered his eyes… he didn’t see Bear coming closer.
“Ah ha! Caught you!” exclaimed Bear.
“What are you doing wrecking my laundry?” said Bear.
“All of my lime green socks are dirty… including this one!” He pulled the sock… it popped off the small creatures head.
“I’m the flying bear. I want answers now… you are disturbing my dreams… my peace and quiet!
I’m a meerkat. I live in the desert,” said the small creature.
Bear growled, “You’re no cat. Cat’s purr… I don’t hear you purring.
You are right I don’t purr and I am not a cat. I’m a meerkat… I’m unique.
I want to go home. I don’t like your lime green socks or your cold dark cave.
Where I live it is always warm. Cooler at night… but not this cold.”
Bear stomped off to red bird’s perch. Bear needed to talk this over with red bird.
“Red bird what do you think we need to do with this meerkat? He looks like a tasty morsel to me… I say cook him and eat him.”
Meerkat heard Bear speak to red bird. The scared meerkat bounced off the cave walls creating massive blue ‘sproings’.
Meerkat started a chain reaction. The rocks in the cave shook and rumbled.
Meerkat headed toward the dim light at the end of the cave. Red bird and Bear headed for the light too.
All three were outside when the cave rumbled, shook and collapsed. They shook as they stood in the sunlight.
Bear grabbed meerkat and red bird at the same time. One in the left fist… the other in the right fist.
“No one is going anywhere without me,” Bear stood in his last pair of lime green socks. “You aren’t leaving my sight.”
“Is this real or is it a nightmare?” asked Bear.
“I want to go home!” exclaimed the meerkat.
Bear echoed, “I want to go home too! Except mine is demolished.”
Red bird said, “There’s a solution to this mess. There’s always a way.
Bear you’re a flying bear. You fly us away from here.
There is your flying carpet… a little dirty. We’ll clean it before we fly,” said red bird.
“Grab the end… beat it against the rocks. Cough… cough yes it is dirty now it is clean.
Everyone sit on the carpet… think… flying bear… flying bear… flying bear.”
Red bird saw the carpet wasn’t moving so he twittered away. He tweeted to his bird friends.
“Here they come. Everyone hold the carpet with your beak.
We have a bear who is a flying bear. Lift the bear’s carpet and fly it to the home of the meerkat.
This way we are all safe and have new homes. Flying bear will have fulfilled his definite major purpose.
We are safe… thanks to our winged friends.”
Castle Time… Again!
Bear stepped off the carpet in his lime green socks. He was walking on dirt now… not snow.
Meerkat scampered off to tell his family and friends about his adventures… more than being a sentry.
Red bird was twittering and tweeting… thanking his friends… he was safe… he could fly anywhere he wanted.
Bear heard the sound of a small bell. He had no time to listen to a bell.
“Red bird I want to find my friend Amy and her castle. It’s a New Year and time for a new direction.
Will you help me find Amy, the castle and our friends? With the flying carpet we can do it with help from your friends,” Bear said.
Meerkat came bouncing up and stood at attention. He said, “If you take me I can do sentry duty and make sure we are safe.”
What will red bird say to Bear and meerkat?
BearHugs ’til our next adventure,
Amy & Bear