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After some light discussion the other day with the Wif, I decided to try my hand at writing a story about Kiddo's ever-present companions, Fluffy (the Elephant) and Bear-bear (the, you guessed it, Bear). Being the weirdo that I am, I immediately had visions of Teddy Roosevelt and Dr. Bearbear engaged in intellectual debate akin to the following:
"Rawr!"
"Bully!"
"Rawr!"
"Bully!"
"Rawr?"
"Bully?"
"Raaaawr."
"Bully."
Yeah, I seem stuck in the early 1900's. What can I say? (Other than most of the novels and serials written during those times have fallen into the Public Domain! HAH! Fluffy and Bearbear in OZ!)
But here's a longer text of where my own absurdist Winnie-the-Poohs are coming from:
( The Misadventures of Mr. Fluffy and Dr. Bearbear )
Yeah, I could be working on my thrilling epic about heroism through the ages, or that thing with those people. And yet I've already finished the first story. How cool is that?
"Rawr!"
"Bully!"
"Rawr!"
"Bully!"
"Rawr?"
"Bully?"
"Raaaawr."
"Bully."
Yeah, I seem stuck in the early 1900's. What can I say? (Other than most of the novels and serials written during those times have fallen into the Public Domain! HAH! Fluffy and Bearbear in OZ!)
But here's a longer text of where my own absurdist Winnie-the-Poohs are coming from:
( The Misadventures of Mr. Fluffy and Dr. Bearbear )
Yeah, I could be working on my thrilling epic about heroism through the ages, or that thing with those people. And yet I've already finished the first story. How cool is that?
