Bruin

 

"Morning," said the bear.

 

"Morning," said the plant pot.

 

"Tea?" said the bear.

 

"Don't mind if I do," said the plant pot.

 

The dainty lady's shoes ambled into view.

 

"Morning," said the bear.

 

"Morning," said the shoes.

 

"Morning," said the plant pot.

 

"Morning," said the shoes.

 

"Tea?" said the bear.

 

"No thank you," said the shoes. "I think I shall just take in the view."

 

"Very well," said the bear.

 

The bear and the plant pot supped Darjeeling, while the shoes took in the view.

 

"I say," said the shoes, "may I perhaps make an enquiry pertaining to yon imbibing of the Darjeeling?"

 

The bear proffered a glance at the plant pot, who raised his eyebrows thus.

 

"Indeed you may," said the bear, returning his attention to the shoes.

 

"Why," said the shoes, "are you sharing but a single porcelain cup?"

 

The bear and the plant pot were visibly shocked at the impertinence of this elegant interloper.

 

"Please," said the bear, "I beg of you to cease your utterances immediately and vacate the vicinity post haste."

 

"Grumpy old bear," said the shoes, as they sidled off into the foliage.

 

 

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