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JamesPBear
3 days ago
Canada

About

I'm a polar bear who sometimes thinks he's a man. But definitely Canadian, whatever else I am.

I'm mostly friendly, and like almost all people – except those who make themselves objectionable, usually around politics or through bad behaviour. 

If you're interested in knowing more, or being a friend, then by all means ask!

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Dreaming…

What separates the Dreamer from the Dream…

Eyes struggle, then start to fail As I tread an oft-forgotten trail While my dizzy thoughts retreat… I see these things, beyond the veil Grandad milks into a pail Then walks back home to eat I am a slowly crawling snail Sliding sticky on a rail Seeking a rotting treat I’m an up-and-arching whale Flukes up high, then smacking like a flail Spreading stars as waves retreat Next a startled, leaping quail Leaking feathers from...

If Only …

I finally found Jimmy, and now I have to persuade him to go with me…

I had just about given up on the library when I spied Jimmy back in the corner, head down in a book – naturally. He was in the history section, where no one else was seated. He didn’t want to go home. His shiftless, drunk of a father would be there, and Jimmy would have to face him when he went home to cook supper for them both. The school building had closed to students over two hours ago, and the janitor had finally boo...

The Spirit Bear And The Star Girl

In which Girl falls sick, and Bear gets help.

Bear woke up later than usual and stretched along the rag rug. He rolled on his back and looked up at the ceiling, the beams crisscrossing along the open space between the floor and roof logs. He lay there, luxuriating in the feeling. After a while, he wondered why he wasn't hearing Girl, so rolled over and got to his feet. Padding into her room, he started to give her some smart-ass greeting but stopped once he was throu...