He was a cute, bold, late night partying bear with fat feet and wide arms. His friends saw him as a big, barbecued brute. Once, he had even helped a cuddly baby flamingo recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of bear he was.
Parker looked at his surroundings, the drizzle rained like running bears.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Gary Spring. Gary was a tactless giant bear with charming feet and dirty arms.
"I am here because I want justice," Gary bellowed, in a wild tone. He slammed his fist against Mark's chest, with the force of 2774 toads. "I frigging love you, Parker."
Parker looked back, even more happy and still fingering the honey jar. "Gary, eat my shorts," he replied.
The end.
