Papa Bear doted on his only daughter, Princess Bear, who was not only beautiful, but sweet, gentle, and wise. He adored her, trying hard to give her all she needed for a good life. He rocked her, ran behind her on her bicycle to catch her, lest she fall, dried her tears, and brushed her long, curly fur, never tugging at tangles. He tucked her in at night, dreading the day she’d leave his cave.
One day, his lovely Princess Bear ventured out into the wood. Young bears started to coming to pay court to her. Papa Bear asked, “Please bring your friends home to meet me.” Of course, she didn’t really care for the idea, but since she loved Papa Bear, and he was so kind, she did as he asked.
One evening, she brought yet another young bear to the cave to meet Papa Bear. “Pleased to meet you, Sir. I’ll have her home by eleven.” He said in an extraordinarily nicey, nice bear voice.
“Grrrrr.” said Papa Bear. “I’ll be waiting for you at nine-thirty.” They were home at nine-twenty eight.
“I didn’t really like him,” said the Princess Bear the next morning. “Something about him was a unbearable.”
“Oh, well,” said Papa Bear. “Sometimes that just happens.”
In a few minutes, there was a knock at the cave door. “I don’t want to see you again. Don’t call on me anymore.” Princess Bear closed the door.
Seconds later, a second knock sounded. “I told you. I don’t want to see you again!” Papa Bear was right behind his little Princess, not the sound of any of it.
He asked her, “Is that young bear bothering you? At her nod, he stepped from behind her, speaking to the pushy young bear, quite gruffly. “Princess Bear doesn’t ever want to see you or speak to you again. Now, if you’re having trouble understanding that, I’ll be happy to meet you in the woods and explain it!”
The young bear understood Papa Bear perfectly. He had just needed a hearing aid.