It’s way too early for this bear to be up (5-G)

The alarm goes off and you take a moment to think how an alarm clock is going off in a cave that has no discernable power source. Then you realize you don’t care and go back to bed.

Hours later you wake up, again. By the position of the sun you can assume… ah who are we kidding, neither of us can tell the time based on where the sun is. Let’s just go with afternoonish shall we? As you roll around and kick off the down blanket you got on sale off you realize that the old man has been waiting all this time for you. Sure he told you to meet him in the morning, but you are a red blooded American anthropomorphic black bear. Mid afternoon is morning to you. Nobody complains when dogs do it, so why should it be any different for you?

Another couple of minute’s pass of internal ethical debate you gain enough empathy to start getting ready. A light jog and a double espresso later you make it to the trailer to see the old man asleep in his chair. Surprising sight to see as other choices may or may not have let to his death. Bonus points for your irresponsible choices having positive outcomes.

You approach silently with bear like stealth and once close enough you let out a deafening roar to the old man. With a jolt and a confused look he springs up only to tumble back over his chair. As he slowly gets up in pain he slowly realizes what’s going on, as you are coupled over in hysteria laughing to yourself. “Oh ho ho, you got me,” he chuckled. Wow he’s a good sport about that one, in any normal situation he would have blown you head clear off.

After a quick discussion about your tardiness the old man runs inside and emerges with two bags. “Ready pal-o?” he grins. “We’re going spelunking.” he said with a whistle when he attempted to hit an s sound. “Whoa, hold on. What happened to grub? That sounded safer.” He laughed at your statement. “Pal-o grub was in the mornin’ now’s spee-lunkin’ time. So let’s go.” He tosses you the bag and starts to walk off. Spelunking? Not the most common activity in the wilderness, but who are you to turn down an adventure?


The kind of bear that’s not dead (6-K)

Call me Splunky McSpelunkerton, not Ishmael (6-L)