Gift

Its cold and windy. This bear can hear the loud whistles and screams of the air running. It seems to be rushing in the same direction as Mr Bear as if running from the same hurt. He doesn't know where he is or where he is going as he was only following some direction blindly.

Mr Bear have been away for a long time in the dark.

"Where am I going to Bunny? Why am I blind and where/when did this happen?"
Of course.... there is no answer...

"I do remember something... Ah! It is a special day today!"
"I remember the number twenty three on the tenth month... Bunny... it is your birthday!"

"I am smiling for you and hope you are hopping happily again.
What is this...? I feel a warmth on my cheek..."
"My old grey eyes are closed... thus why I cannot see. Why are they closed?
ah.... I remember now... I did not like how "Mr Bear" sees things.."

"What is this...?" he asks once more. The warmth is spreading to the side of his mouth and it tastes salty.
He wipes his cheek and upon opening his eyes he see tears.

"Is this how sight is restored? I can finally see with the help of tears... thank you Little One,"
Though she won't ever know why he was thanking her.

He thinks to himself, "I'm not there. Nor do I wish to make myself seen as I am scared, Bunny, but will send you a gift with a fox with a different name. I know Fox is quick. I hope you like it..."

Mr Bear remembers why he kept his eyes closed... the world is a dreaded place.

He constantly thinks about how much he is longing for the soft greener grasses, but then again how much he does not want to think of it.
"Mr Bear cannot go back..." Mr Bear sadly confesses.


Mr Bear can still feel an emptiness... there was something that became so much a part of Mr Bear that he never had. It left a print and he touches his chest. He is missing a softer fur that was accompanied by a purr. There is an emotion missing from him that was in the shape of a little gnawing creature. A Beautiful notion it was too. The friendship of a little bunny.