‘Gosh isn’t it a wonder why he decided to do this for the pretty lady that lived by him, didn’t he like her very much?’ The familiar voice of the British-man spoke; as he gave his usual nod.

Out of every bear on this island he had one girl he liked the most, who lived directly across from him (he still didn’t know the name of) that sometimes came around and dropped off little gifts.

The kindness he never did get from the other bears on this island.

‘Naughty bear, it seems like you got something for the nice little bear next door!” The cheery voice spoke, with the accent kicking in as the man spoke.

A shy smile, etched across his face as the voice spoke highly of the woman across the street from which the only bear in this godforsaken town offered an inch of her time to him, as he fiddled with his knife, as if in a sweet honey’ed daze.

He let out a sigh and a muttered as the voice spoke once more voicing his thoughts “naughty bear! You’ve lost your marbles it seems, you should definitely stop by and say hi, she’d love it.” The voice spoke, coaxing him to go and see about her, they been in the same area for so long.. and the little gifts she offers him handing them to him personally it’s a wonder how she didn’t run away screaming when he opened the door bearing a knife (there was a pun) or cleaning his guns.

A miracle he could say, maybe such a miracle.