Gonna Be A
Bear
In this life I’m a woman. In my next life, I’d like to come back as a
bear. When you’re a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but
sleep for six months. I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you’re supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could
deal with that too.
When you’re a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of
walnuts) while you’re sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly
cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you’re momma bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone
who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them
too. I could deal with that.
If you’re a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS
that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.
Yup, Gonna be
a Bear!