Some people have ant problems in their apartment. Some people have rodent trouble. Other people have other troubles in their apartments that they don't want anyone to know about. I have a bear problem. To be more specific, I have a Mr. Bear problem. Let me paint a picture for you; the other day I came home from a long days work at the milk factory and I open my door and what do I find, but Mr. Bear standing there in my kitchen wearing the most fashionable hat I have ever seen, twirling a cane on his hand and whistling a little diddy. I said, Mr. Bear what are you doing in my kitchen, and where did you get that fabulous hat? Why, Ben, Mr. Bear responded, if only you knew the world that I knew. I said, Mr. Bear, to be perfectly honest, I don't give a damn about your Bear world, just get out of my kitchen. I motioned toward the door and in one shake of lambs day Mr. Bear tipped his hat to me, walked out my door, and down the street.
After that I was pretty confident I had solved my Mr. Bear problem but the other day what did I find when I came home from work again? But Mr. Bear rolling around on the floor of my living room with his head stuck in my honey jar! I said, Mr. Bear, again? Mr. Bear you can take you, your fashionable hat, and my honey jar which is currently afixed to your head, and just go home. I motioned to the door, Mr. Bear got up off the floor, honey streaming down his back and pooling onto my brand new rug and attempted to find the door. After a little assistance from me Mr. Bear found the door, left, and walked down the street with my honey jar still around his head. OOOOhhhhhhh that Mr. Bear!