Once upon a time there was a little bandaged bear. He was pissed off because he was always in the wars. Day after day; one injury after another.
"Cut me some fucking slack!" the bear would growl out loud every time he acquired another injury. "You have got to be joking me! Another broken leg, on top of my broken arm? I'm still recovering from last years broken bones!"
The poor bear was dirty for honey. Just like any bear, he was mad for the stuff. Rumbly tumbly, always wanting to be climbing a honey tree. He never could though, unfortunately for him he was always in hospital. Never any honey trees in there, just a bunch of sick people and a lot of morphine he'd become addicted to.
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