In the sink lay a single dirty dish, a bowl, completely devoid of porridge and quite possibly licked clean. Papa Bear was alarmed. I mean, what sort of madman would not only break into a home known to be owned by a family of bears but have the oversized cajones to steal their food as well?
Freight train snores shook the house from upstairs. It seemed the guy never left. Far more quietly than you would expect from a bear of his size, he crept up the stairs and gently pulled open a bedroom door that had been left slightly ajar.
On the bed lay a young blonde woman in a party dress, one stiletto half on, the other on the ground, a half drunk bottle of tequila clutched in her hand even as she slept.
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