Teh Forest Bears...We Are Who We Are

Well, I first met teh epic forest bears in the Autumn of Nineteen Twenty Six. Unfortunately, we were both trapped in one of those doo-hickies primarily known as cars. It wasn't until I looked at my portable clock that I realised I was in love with the bunch of pineapples, and when we were finally rescued from that cursed auto-mobile, we were forcefully shoved aside by an angry broom who we later found out from the sheriff of Nottingham was under the name of Sweet-Scent Tank. I knew I was once more in love.
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I soon realised that earlier that day, I was dreaming. It was all a dream. Well, no it wasn't. I was told by a passing porta-nurse that I was dreaming of dreaming. I could go on telling you about the countless dreams at hand, but let's not waste time here. These words are precious than a diamond on a platinum chain.
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So there I was one day, skipping happily away in the field - of FIRE - Where I just happened to see my friend the edgy, yet somehow friendly, traffic cone. I hallowed a sharp, "Hello!", and he almost, ALMOST soiled himself, somehow emitting tiny words from his delicate, plastic mouth, to form the words, "Ehh... P.. Pleeeease... Get awaaay *Cough*.... Fr.. from m... me...."

Finding my legs moving faster and faster as I hear the screams of moist ducks gradually getting louder. Whilst inconveniently, also sterotypically, tripping over a pertruding tree root, I find my life flash before me. The merriment of rolling in skittle packets, the lulz that were had down at the farm, and the generous brick I met on my trail to Robot Village. I loved robot villiage. The wildlife. The nightlife. The... ...life! Ah, those were the days!

As to conclude my journey across time and space - WE LOVE TEH FOREST BEARS <3 <3 <3 <3

Teh Forest Bears...