I never understood the fun of sleeping in the forest. But back in those days, it was a trendy thing to do. They would bring flowers and decorate the front door with balloons. It was a whole festive event. Yes, people in those days were weird. Not as weird as the ones who kept staring at a screen hoping to see a text pop up, but still weird. But it was in that cabin, they met; our hero and his love, whose name has been lost to the currents of history. He was asleep in the cabin when she arrived banging on the door, pleading to be let in.
There was a monstrous bear in these woods, who used to hang out with the bad wolves that were left by a pink tiger. They used to call themselves the Woodnymph Gang. Alone the bear wouldn’t dare to attack a human, because he knew what the consequences would be. But together with the WoodyWoody gang, that’s what they called themselves, he felt invincible. So, when the bear saw her, he wanted her cookies. Her homemade cookies were famously delicious. Their smell alone could send men into a frenzy, make cats dance a jig, and have dogs howl at the sun. Her cookies were delicious, I am sure of it. The bear knew it as well and told her to give him the cookies or she would make him angry. And an angry bear will lick the soles of your feet until you scream out in disgust.
Just thinking about it makes me shiver.
She liked her feet non-sticky but she had made the cookies for a sick friend who was on the other side of the forest. She wasn’t giving them up. She ran and found the cabin in the woods with our hero asleep in it. Her banging woke him, and he rose to his feet quickly and drew his fabled sword, The Dermatoglyphics. As he opened the door he gazed into her deep brown eyes and said, “The hell is wrong with you?” She didn’t wait for an invitation, she stormed in and screamed at him to close the door. Our hero saw the bear coming at full speed towards the cabin and told her to wait inside and closed the door as he stepped outside. She waited patiently, holding her breath as the sound of sword swings and flesh being cut could be heard. She heard our hero scream “NOOOOOOO” and then everything went silent.
Afraid that our hero met his end, she slowly made her way to the window and gazed upon a scene she would never forget. Our hero had dropped his drink which had the last bit of ice cream in it. He was very upset. He had just cut a gorgeous piece of steak for the bear, and they were sitting on lawn chairs staring at the stars. They hadn’t seen each other for a very long time, the bear and our hero used to be friends. They would sneak into old toilets and clean them up. They were good kids. But somewhere along the way, the bear got lost in peer pressure and fear. She came out of the cabin and the bear told her “Hey, keep your cookies.” Our hero asked the girl if she would like to join the two for a soda with no ice cream and some steak. She said yes and sat down with the bear and our hero and listened to the two of them reminisce about their past.
She then told her own stories and the three of them spent the night talking like old friends. At one point she felt so comfortable she offered the bear and our hero a cookie. The bear ate it with unbridled glee, but our hero loved the design of the cookie. It was a heart-shaped cookie with little pieces of gold on it that spelled, I love you. He fell in love with it at first sight. And that was the beginning of a love story that would last their entire lives. The bear having seen his old friend, remembered who and what he truly was. He found his heart again and left the gang the next day. He came back every year to this cabin, hoping to see his friend.