When Good Bears Go Bad

grizzlySmokey sighed and sniffed the shirt front and wide-brimmed hat of the abandoned Park Ranger uniform.  It had been dropped near the scenic overview, next to the Michigan-plated Lexus. Betsy likely hadn’t even noticed that her guide had paws, not hands and feet.

“I smell a picnic basket—a gestalt of fried chicken, brownies, and Guinness.” He looked at his partner with concern.

“Yeah, that’s Yogi’s signature all right,” answered Booboo. “Why’d that gun-toting lunch lady shoot Cindy? A bear in a frilly tutu is nothing to be scared of!”

“He never got over it. Gonna have to pick him up.”

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2017)

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Anita  Stewart’s prompt: Write a 100 word or less story or poem about a non-human detective. Include one or more of the following words; cabochon, elementary, gestalt.

3 thoughts on “When Good Bears Go Bad

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