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|Yogi's Big Adventure (standard:action, 2014 words)|
|Author: Andrew Dayton||Added: Mar 23 2005||Views/Reads: 2878/1746||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Yogi's nose for adventure almost gets him into more than he bargained for.|
Yogi's Big Adventure One sunny afternoon in a meadow high above a stretch of rugged California coastline, a bear lay sleeping in the shadow of a boulder. To any casual observer, this bear was like any other of his kind; shaggy, smelly, and snoring loudly as he slept. However, any air of regal magestry was dissolved when this bear belched loudly, rolled over, and awoke with a start. "Ouch!" He reached beneath his butt and pulled out a splintered picnic basket and flung it far over his shoulder. This was no ordinary bear. This bear had the ability to walk upright and speak. He stood upright now, surveyed his area and spoke to himself. "I do believe it s time to clean up this mess, or someone's gonna get themselves hurt." It was true. The area was quite littered with the remnants of many picnic lunches and a variety of containers including woven baskets, paper bags, plastic coolers and, incongruously, a baby carriage that was missing half its spokes. Instead of getting to work, he looked east toward the hills. He turned in a slow circle scrutinizing his surroundings, one paw shading his eyes as he looked toward the lowering sun. His name was Yogi. Not a name given at birth but one that was hung on him by his favorite human friend Ranger Smith. He had many human traits to go along with his bear like traits and a good many that defied categorization but were decidedly unbearlike in any case. He stood scratching at the spot that the splinter had pierced emitting a low growl that might have been satisfaction. Each time he encountered a piece of a offending wood he let out a cry that may have been "Dang" but sounded like "dog". Yogi was quite adept at making up his own words. He continued scanning his domain, horizon to horizon. Yogi was not alert in the least for danger. Rather he was trying to determine the best direction to follow his nose in finding a new adventure. He believed that adventure of any kind was the best way to start the day. He also believed a new day to be marked from the time he awoke from any one of his numerous naps so he enjoyed a great many adventures. "First things first, I guess" he said. He donned the few items of clothing he had cadged from the dump - vest, tie and his favorite item of all, a snap brim hat which he pulled firmly down over his eyes. Having prepared for a new day he began pulling pieces of refuse over to the edge of the cliff and tumbling them down to the ocean below where the tied did its tireless magic trick of making them disappear "Whew" he gasped, "that was one big, big pile of picinic baskets". A growl from his stomach reminded him that it was time to think about getting his next meal but for once Yogi did not heed the pangs of hunger. In fact he did a very un-Yogi like thing. As he watched the last of the baskets get sucked out to sea he froze and cocked his head. In an attitude of one listening to a distant sound he stayed still for a good many minutes. He heard nothing but it seemed as if he was being called by something on a level more sensed than anything. This had never happened before, but Yogi was the last bear to question anything out of the ordinary. He felt as if this something was leading him inland to the ring of hills that overlooked his lofty home so that's where he was going to go. He tucked his tie into a vest pocket, dropped to all fours, and began trotting across the meadow in a leisurely but space-eating gait. He often talked to himself as he traveled and he did so now. "Picnic baskets rhymes with ricnic raskets and if I got time I'll take those too. Heh, heh, heh." He stopped the self dialogue as he reached the hills and began panting as his paws dug into the earth propelling him onward and upward. "A warm feeling bloomed in his chest as he tried to guess what kind of adventure it was that drew him. His favorite was mischief, any kind. And the better if it involved a human fleeing in terror from his grinning visage appearing around a tree and leaving behind a full picnic basket. But he would be satisfied if he could just get close to some humans and spy without being seen. His pace slowed and he felt the first tingle of unease. It was like the Ranger sneaking up on him only worse. He lifted his nose higher and tested the air. Yup, something was not right up here. Yogi was beginning to think this was not at all a good idea when suddenly he came to the edge of a small canyon and skidded to a stop. He dropped flat and stared in Click here to read the rest of this story (100 more lines)
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