Unwilling to allow gorillas to be the only large mammal engaged in human interaction, last week the bear took up a new series of literature. Possibly in the hopes of shedding his tough guy image, the bear chose as his new literary conquest, the fanciful preteen stemwinders of a devout mormon. With a hunger not seen since emerging last spring from hibernation, he devoured the novels like they were salmon swimming up stream to spawn. No sooner had one partially digested novel of vampires and chastity passed down his literary gullet did he snatch another hardcover in his intellectual teeth and crush its spine...actually he only crushed the metaphorical spine, the actual spine of the book remained intact so it could be returned to Barnes and Nobles.
