A Bear-y Wonderful Afternoon

It was Saturday, with fairly blue skies and a good weather, when the Bear Family decided to go out for a picnic. Each of them prepared for the week-end get away. Papa Bear, being the strongest of them all, gathered some wood and stones to bring with them. Mama Bear, being the concerned and lovable mother, decided to cook early for dinner so that they can have something to eat when they get back home. She also packed some food for the picnic. Meanwhile, Baby Bear brought with him all the toys he could carry. After such a while, the three of them were all ready. They headed themselves out of the dark woods out and were off to picnic.

Baby Bear was so excited for the afternoon outside their house. Papa Bear carried their loads of bags filled with food, while Mama Bear was busy carrying a picnic basket. Finally, she asked for Baby Bear to fasten the door of their house. Baby Bear did as he was told to do so. However, he failed to lock the door fully as he was weak and too eager to get off their house.

When the entire family was on their way out of the woods, Swipee the Wolf sneaked into the big, blue house. There, he destroyed the locked wooden door in order for it to break open. Right then and there, he sat on their chairs, lied down on their beds, and sipped the soups in their bowls. He toured himself around the house. He tried the things he found so fascinating. He went up and down the stairs, and walked to and fro.

He marveled upon seeing Mama Bear’s jewelry collection, grabbing a handful of it to his pocket. As he seemed not contented, he grabbed them all. Taking a quick look on Papa Bear’s latest screw collection, he took each piece out of its holder, disarranging and losing the other pieces behind. Lastly, he sat on Baby Bear’s newest racetrack, and played with his remote-controlled toy cars. He consumed everything there was available, and unconsciously destroying every little thing he gets a hold of. Swipee the Wolf was indeed a mess; a totally epic mess.

When he was already satisfied with the comfort and nourishment he was gaining, Swipee found his way out of the big, blue house. Leaving everything in clutter, he left as if there was a hurricane that had blown away all their belongings. With a smile on his face, he went away.

After hours of a happy afternoon, the Bear Family went back home. Upon seeing the broken door, Papa Bear immediately went to check all the parts of their house. Seeing almost everything broken, Mama Bear started fixing things anew. They tried to fix everything they could see that was broken. Mama Bear started to clean all the traces Swipee the Wolf had left behind, while Papa Bear was arranging his screw collection. The both of them worked hand in hand in restoring their muddled and jumbled house.

On the other hand, Baby Bear hurriedly ran to check on his belongings. He found his cabinet all mixed up; his clean clothes were then soiled with some patches of paws or so. He also tried to check on his coloring books, where almost all of the pages were torn apart and where his coloring pens were all shoddily broken. Too bad for the repentant Baby Bear who felt so blameworthy upon the entire scenario. If it were not for him, that incident would have not even happened. If he was just able to fasten their door completely, then that mischievous being that broke into their house would not be able to enter. There are many ifs that Baby Bear had wished to happen even before the entire mess happened. Well, if he could only turn back time.

Being the apple of his parents’ eyes, Baby Bear was not put to blame. How lucky he was to be understood by his loving Papa and Mama Bear. They told him not to blame anyone or anything, because it would not change a thing. The damage has been done, and crying over spilt milk would not move a thing. They just told him to be careful next time.

As downhearted as he was, Baby Bear could barely look straight to his parents’ eyes. He felt all the guilt running through his veins. He cannot help himself from feeling that way. Finally, upon seeing his broken chair, broken bed and broken spoon, the poor Baby Bear wept.