Bears Need People. People Need Bears.

Sisters Don't Need Words. They Have Perfected A Language Of Snarls And Smiles And Frowns And Winks - Expressions Of Shocked Surprise And Incredulity And Disbelief. Sniffs And Snorts And Gasps And Sighs - That Can Undermine Any Tale You're Telling.

Brooks Too Wide For Our Leaping, Hedges Far To High. Loads Too Heavy For Our Moving, Burdens Too Cumbersome For Us To Bear. Distances Far Beyond Our Journeying. The Horse Gave Us Mastery.

In A World Gone Bad, A Bear - Even A Bear Standing On Its Head - Is A Comforting, Uncomplicated, Dependable Hunk Of Sanity.

Mothers Are The Pivot On Which The Family Spins, Mothers Are The Pivot On Which The World Spins.

An Older Sister Is A Friend And Defender - A Listener, Conspirator, A Counsellor And A Sharer Of Delights. And Sorrows Too.