My Osa Amiga

     Sometimes, hoomans ask me Bear-Bear why I do not attempt at finding a mate of my own species, but instead go after dogs (I miss you Little Ann please call me back) and botas. Well, one tiempo, back in my wild days when I ran free with my fur flying in the wind and my crazed call that of a machoso, I Bear-Bear did pursue una osa fabulosa.

     Her name was Bottulotta Youghrmundy, but I Bear-Bear always called her Bota because hers maybe even rivaled my own (I Bear-Bear know you are worried now, but mine was still better, obviously). She was the most beautiful oso I Bear-Bear had ever seen (other than me. Again, duh), so unlike the others. They just had shaggy brown fur and dark eyes, while she had shaggy brown fur and dark eyes. She was a vision.

     But then one day, when it was super cold, she Bottulotta said something about an oso named Nate and ditched Me Bear-Bear to SLEEP! I Bear-Bear felt so betrayed and hurt. I cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried. So I left her Bottulotta alone in the cave. Nate could have her if he wanted her. I Bear-Bear did not care-care.

     Anyways, that is the story of my furry oso love. If you are reading this, Bottulotta, I hope that you and Nate are happy together (not really lol).

I bet that Nate is not this swagalicious lol look what you are missing