Mountain Memories from my journal - Paul Murray - A very Bear-ry Silly Short Story
One morning I was looking out the kitchen window and saw all the bear-ries on the ground. I said “What kind of varmet would do such a thing” KatiJane my wife new what happened, so I guess she was the bear-er of the bear=y bad news. I couldn’t bear what she had to say. So, right out to the barn I went looking for some rope. I couldn’t find any, so I used some bear wire and with my bear hands I got the bear wire and tied up that weight bear-ing black Bear-y bush. Then all of a sudden, our little 3 year old comes a runnin’ out of the back door, bear-foot and bear bottomed. She’s so fast we could bear-ly catch her. Then this old truck pulled into our driveway with a bear cage on the back, and a man and lady got out of the vehicle and said, “would you happen to be Paul Murray the artist? I said “Yup” and they said “we would like you to paint us bear naked” I said, “That’s not gonna happen,” then I turned 3 shades of red. They just started to laugh at me and said, “ You look like a shy little Teddy Bear, “ I said “Now look here I’m gonna give you the bear facts. This is the south and we down here don’t tolerate them kind of goins on.” They replied “We feel we have the right to bear all!” I said you see that shot gun over there on the porch? I feel I have the right to bear arms. So kindly get back in your truck and down the road you go!.”
My wife by this point said she was getting a headache and was commencing to go to the store to get some bear aspirin. I said “ If you’re going to the store you’d better get some vittles – the kitchen shelves are bear and the ice box is bear-en of food. But be smart and just get the bear necessities. She said “Didn’t you want candy or pop?” I said, “ Get me some gummy bears, and some rootbear.” She said “ you mean ROOTBEER!” I said, “Ya that’s what I said”. “Anything else?” she said. “Ya, you better get me a can of paint. I have taken all of the pictures and curtains down and have primed most of the rooms.” She asked “you mean all of the walls are bear? What kind of paint should I get?” I said, “Get the usual Bear brand paint” Then she said, “You are going to have to come with me!” I said, “I can’t the funeral parlor asked me if I would be one of the polar bear-er’s today.” My wife said,” You mean a pall-bear-er. I said, “Ya, that’s what I said.”
Then all of a sudden our neighbors drove by, beeping the car horn, driving with a wee little baby next to them. I asked “You mean to tell me they had another baby and my wife said ”not a chance, she’s already had 29 kids. I suspect her child bear-in days are over”. A minute later, I was walking my wife to the car when I hear a big ol’……..….HOLD ON JUST A MINUTE FOLKS! as I am writing this short story I am hearing some noise out the back ……..So excuse me a minute as I go look see. O MY! Well folks I will have to finish this short story another time.
You see it is early Tuesday morning as I am writing this story, and our neighborhood black bear and her bear cubs are back again rearranging the trash cans, just a bit before the garbage men are to arrive. Even though we try to keep our garbage bear proof, I just think they like to visit and reorganize the trash cans. So it looks like I’ve got real big ol’mess to clean up out there before the truck come’s to take the garbage. I promise I will finish this very bear-ry short story some time down the road. Please just bear in mind that them bears just make a trashy mess. So please just bear with me.
p.s. some of you might think I may be losing my bear-ings. Well it ain’t no news to me, my wife thinks that’s been goin’ on for years.
There sat Aunt Emily (103) by the window in her favorite chair, like a queen on her throne... her royal
cape over her shoulders.. the delicate light of dawn dancing over her face. "...her all knowing glimmer
...the secrets she holds...her forever majesty!"
We felt as though we were in the presence of a queen; when she spoke her stories spilled out like music
in a song. She told us of days long past. Still, we were awed by the strength of her presence. After a while, we said good-bye unknowingly for the last time. Emily died short while later. Another legend lost." PM