Once upon a time there was an bear named Robert. Robert was like most other
bears, eating berries, climbing trees, doing whatever it is that bears do,
except that what he wanted most of all was to be able to fly. He wanted this
more than anything. He told the other bears his dream, but they thought
he was silly, so he stopped talking about it. But he kept dreaming in secret.
So one day he decided he would travel to the abode of the magical forest fairy,
who was said to be able to grant any wish. He traveled long and far, across
deserts and mountains and rivers, for days and days and days, until he finally
reached her castle. She told him she would grant him his wings, but first he
had to complete her mystical challenges.
For many months, he worked for the forest fairy, cleaning her cottage and
feeding her huge, beastly pets and bringing her grandmother cookies. After
a year of labor, the forest fairy told Robert that he had finally earned his
wings. Waving her magical hands over him, he felt something happen to his
shoulder blades. He looked back, and there they were. Two huge, beautiful
wings, and they were all his.
Robert was overjoyed. He ran to the top of the nearby mountain, and flapping
his huge, lovely wings, he jumped off the edge, ready to fly home and show
all his friends what losers they were for doubting him. It was truly a beautiful
moment.
However, the average American Grizzly Bear weighs 800 pounds, and Robert
plummeted to his death.
THE END.