Well, I'll tell you what I was doing...
Tiptoeing through the dark house worried about what Elvin, Mr. P's dog next door was barking at so hysterically.
I got up to see the flashlight waving around outdoors and then heard a gun shot!
Turns out that a certain very large and very black bear was sitting in the apple tree having a snack.
Mr. P does not want bears hanging around the yard.
[Neither do I, come to think of it…]
So he warned him off.
Last seen, he was making tracks back up into the woods where he belongs.
I didn't step foot out of the door last night though.
I really don't WANT to see a bear that badly.
I'll watch them on TV, thank you very much.
I hope he decides to find other places to hang out at 4:30 in the morning.
It's crowded enough around here already.
Besides, I have plans for those apples myself!
