By "popular"(!) request - Daddy Bear and the Red Mist

Don't worry, folks - probably only one more to go after this...

It was one o’clock in the morning. The girls had been out playing in the garden (all except S Bear and M Bear who were still in prison), and Daddy Bear must have fallen asleep. He often found himself falling asleep these days when, really, he should have been watching the girls.

He woke up and rubbed his eyes with his paws. “Oh no”, he thought, “I’ve had too many glasses of Schloss Bearenheimer.” The sky was all red and he couldn’t even see the girls sitting around doing nothing except inspect their feet in the garden.

“No,” he thought, “it’s not the wine, it’s either a fantastic sunset (at one in the morning?) or there’s been a nuclear attack.” He ran to the door and opened it, but outside it was a clear night. He inspected the inside of the house. “Ah,” he said, “I see what’s happened. Girls come inside now.”

“OK, which of you decided to paint the windows of the house red? People will think we’re running some kind of brothel in here.” There was silence. Then Daddy’s favourite Bear, who always liked to tell tales and get other people into trouble, spoke up:

“It was Auntie Julia Bear,” she said. “I tried to tell her not to and then to wake you up, but you were so fast asleep you never noticed.”

Daddy Bear was furious- not really with Auntie Julia Bear – but with himself for once again having lost control over what was going on in his house, and he dreaded the row there would be when his wife got home and found out what had happened. She hadn’t yet forgiven him for the incident with the police and the indecent exposure charges.
 

hey Hvb

You had absolutely Right. It's nothing like before. The Good old Times are the past

This is unquestionably a very valuable contribution to the historiography of the background of bearish influences on our topic. And, what’s more, it reveals with great lucidity and almost unbearable clarity the small intimate details of everyday drama in life. But this kind of excellence commits the historiographer to utmost trueness and veracity. He must not omit even  the bearest detail.

Most of the Readers who peruse your works wonder where the propensity of Papa Bear for continuing and longish periods of sleep has its root. It could not be his imbibing a few glasses of Schloss Bearensteiner -oh, pardon me, Schloss Bearenheimer-, that would not throw a constitution of Papa Bear’s kind. But -- now the secret is revealed -- in between his usual soaking up of a small amount of his preferred wine, he loves to have a drop or two of Bearing Ursator. It is a 140-proof drink for quieting the rumblings of the stomach from a nearby bearastery made by the bears living their monastic life there.

Therefore Papa Bear’s relaxation in periods of sleep as long as enjoyable !

Times are changing ...
Some years ago I stumbled accross Daddy Bear and some of his little bears (much later some of them should turn out to be problem bears for him) in Auntie Julias prefered cave and as you may guess, not only the windows were red. It seemed that Daddy Bear was even paying so his little bears could play there with Auntie Julia. Piity they where much poorer than. No talk about a wet t-shirt as quite some of them didn't have a shirt at all ... or Skirts ... or trousers ... Watching this made the spectator really hap... ehm, ... sad. :)

Sometimes great minds DO think alike :))