“Why is he lifting me?” thought the small bear. “What could he possibly want with me? Have I done something wrong? Am I going to be punished? What is that camera doing over there? I’m going to be punished. They’re going to make an example of me, to prevent other small bears from making the same mistake I have made. But what have I DONE??” The small bear racked its mind. “Did I select the wrong input on the switching console? Did I trigger the roll program too early? Is this because of the fight I got into with Vachel last week when I told him his wife’s baked radishes tasted like wallpaper paste?” The small bear stopped struggling and sighed heavily. “I guess I always knew this day was coming,” the small bear thought. “I just wish I knew what I did to deserve it.”
“Hoo hoo,” thought the man in the suit. “Heavy. Fuzzy.”
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This is beautiful.
“Why is he lifting me?” thought the small bear. “What could he possibly want with me? Have I done something wrong? Am I going to be punished? What is that camera doing over there? I’m going to be punished. They’re going to make an example of me, to prevent other small bears from making the same mistake I have made. But what have I DONE??” The small bear racked its mind. “Did I select the wrong input on the switching console? Did I trigger the roll program too early? Is this because of the fight I got into with Vachel last week when I told him his wife’s baked radishes tasted like wallpaper paste?” The small bear stopped struggling and sighed heavily. “I guess I always knew this day was coming,” the small bear thought. “I just wish I knew what I did to deserve it.”
“Hoo hoo,” thought the man in the suit. “Heavy. Fuzzy.”