I Shot Yogi Bear

(This is a fictional poem) My wife and I were sitting on a blanket that we laid on the grass. Yogi Bear tried to steal our picnic basket so I shot him in the ___. He grabbed the picnic basket and started to run. That's when I nailed him in the ___ with my gun. He steals picnic baskets when he's only supposed to eat berries and nuts. You'll recognize him if you see him because he's the bear with a bald butt.