Bearie

“But, little bearies, never let / Your angry passions rise; / Your little paws were never made / To tear each other’s eyes.” When the little bears could recite this perfectly, they went to sleep with their paws around each other’s necks, resolving that they would never, never quarrel, for fear that they might sometime get to be as bad as boys and girls; and their mamma could but feel grateful that they were so docile.

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Of course, there’s nothing criminal about keeping a bear in your bathroom, but it’s a bit unusual, and I suppose I’m unduly sensitive about appearing odd. Once inside I took a handful of chocolates, and, opening the bathroom door a crack, began to call softly, “Bearie, bearie, nice little bearie.”

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All the bears / Had fled the thicket / Long before he / Bought his ticket— / All the big and / Little bearies / There have vanished / Like the fairies— / All skidoodled / Like a bubble / In a tempest, / Scenting trouble.

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He staggers up to the bar and points at the bear. “Git down,” says, he, croaking-like. “Git down before I⸺” Mighty gets to his feet and staggers loose from the stirrups. “Don’t yuh strike my bear,” he whispers. “Tha’s my bear, y’betcha. Nice little bearie.”

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