Chased By the Bears

She bear balances on tiny gold pedestal. Her hot pink rhinestone tutu flaring. I take a photo of her big oversized butt. A big mistake as her relatives are glaring. They chase me through tinsel town, Beary-Wood. What crazy outfits these bears are wearing! I turn to stick out my tongue for I am nuts. Which I thought was funny and really daring. Two of them do a spectacular mime act. They are her cousins, their talent raring. Her auntie is running in Jimmy Choos. Pedestrians cannot help their staring. One runs out in front of a black limousine. Results in a loud horn with incessant blaring. Sixteen bears are still chasing me pretty darned hard. Two stop to fix someone’s hair, extraordinary beautician pairing. One yells “hold up!” a talking bear? What? Her boyfriend wants the photo. I do not mind sharing. Fourteen bears catch up and surround me now. Ask for my autograph; I thank them for caring. They thank me too, and the day is a wow!