Polar Bears

Sometimes ,in the middle of the night i wake up to the sounds of laughter , my own . Its that joke , you know the one , the little polar bear trying to confirm its existence by asking its immediate family if it really is a polar bear , well i say polar bear , it could be at a stretch a penguin, the hemisphere is not that important , unless of course you are a polar bear or a penguin . Our polar bear may seem a little obsessed, first by asking grandma " am i a polar bear " ,lets just remove any tension by stating here and now that our hero is in fact a polar bear . Grandma , who is a little busy sucking the guts out of a wild salmon , dismisses our little friend out of hand , " of course you are a polar bear you little cretin , if you don't believe me ask your father . Here we are introduced to another character ,the father, who has bucked the trend a little by not abandoning his family in search of his true self accompanied by a younger mate with a cuter ass , but in saying that he's not much help , not wishing to contradict his mother in law thereby incurring the wrath of his wife he just toes the line " of course you're a polar bear numb nuts , anyway your mother is the font of all wisdom just ask her. " Now we get to the crux of our story , the relationship between a mother and her sibling , why then didn't our little hero go straight to its mother , fear , if you mother doesn't know the answer to your question then you really are fucked ,anyway if you are a little polar bear and you are cold , only your mother will know where you left your sweater .