One thought ahead. Three sentences behind.


After a long hibernation, a grizzly bear came down from the mountains for he had a craving as sharp as his razor like claws.  He wandered through the town and went into a saloon.

“Can I get a table,” He asked the bartender.

“You most certainly may not,” The bartender returned. “The last thing this town needs is a grizzly bear with a barrel-full of whiskey.”

“Whiskey,” The bear replied. “This isn’t Ichiro’s Imperial Sushi Palace.”

“Down the street on 5th and Oliver.”



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