Midnight at noon

Familiarity breeds contempt.

It was winter when the bear came out of hibernation. This is a strange land, please do not use logic. The bear had been holed up for as long as he could remember.

The kitten had been watching him for a while. She was fascinated by his lethargy, fascinated because she detested it. She was awed by his indifference, awed because it challenged her.

A star somewhere was witness - the only witness.

The winter wind interfered and the bear woke up. Simple. Actually there is a flaw in this account; no one has been able to ascertain the actual cause. They say it was the winter wind because its simple, but it may well have been the gaze. Several winters had passed by, never such a gaze.

Bear – “It should have been surprise, but it wasn’t”.

Kitten – “It should have been fear, but it wasn’t”.

They were different species. The kitten had a large loving family. The bear was a grouchy loner. He wasn’t abandoned, just branched out.


Narrator – “Alright, not grouchy, just a loner”.

…to be continued