"Dead," said the detective. "Dead bear," said the other detective.
"Little one, isn't he?" He added, and after a pause asked,
"Have we got a name yet?" The detective finished his cigarette,
stubbed it out next to the bear, and said, "Yup. We got one all right."
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On Monday, the bear gave himself a lemon juice enema and injected a thimble
full of liquid [bleep] into two of his best behaved things.
♪ [music] ♪
He put on his favorite pair of wellington boots and for one perfect moment,
saw the world from a whole new perspective, but alas, it didn't last.
The bear remembered the bad thing and did a sad face,
but no one was there to see it.
On Tuesday, the bear had a good think about his mother.
♪ [music] ♪
The bear missed his mother terribly.
As you can see, he is a very angry bear.
To calm him, his mother would squeeze his paw and give him a smile.
Without her, he has grown angrier and angrier with the world.
♪ [music] ♪
His mother's death and the bad thing weighed heavily on the bear's mind.
On Wednesday, the bear laid slivers of [bleep] on his eyeballs and masturbated.
On Thursday, the bear stared up into the night sky. It hurt when he considered
all the possibilities and the millions of years of bear evolution
that he would not get to witness.
On Friday, the bear sellotaped 12 blue pills to his penis and felt out of place
in his own home.
"My stomach burns," the bear thought.
It was only when the pills fell off that things returned to normal,
but by then, it was too late. The bear came to the conclusion
that it's very hard to live nowadays. Living is very difficult.
♪ [music] ♪
"I no longer have the energy to continue," was the bear's first thought.
"Any curiosity for the next day's events has failed to materialize," was his
second thought. "Is that all there is?" was his third.
♪ [music] ♪