Modern Bears

Photo by: Al Forbes

Barney the bear looked at little Bobo and realized there was a complication. “I realize we’ve slept together a few times, Betty, but it’s obvious Bobo isn’t my son.”

Betty sighed, “Yeah, I know but…”

“Shouldn’t he be with his real poppa?”

“Teddy? Pleeease! He drinks Kodiak beer all day. His bear-belly is unbearable.”

“I thought you liked Pierre a lot.”

“For a time I did. I just don’t want to Panda to his kinky ideas anymore.”

“Gordon?”

“Too old. He’s a bit grizzly, don’t you think?”

“Didn’t you and Paul date?”

“Seriously? We’re polar opposites.”

Barney smiled. “Well if you like me…”

“It’s more than like, honey. You’re smart, sweet, and you never bear a grudge. It’s obvious you’re the better bear for my little Bobo. There’s also one more thing. It’s a big one.”

“What’s that?”

“Well,” blushed Betty. “I like that you’re hung like a bear.”
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Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/01/08/sunday-photo-fiction-january-8th-2017/