BearBear loves his two tails. If others don't like it he can wip them with his tails. It makes him more coordinated with the ground. He feels that someday he will be able to fly. He loves to roll around all over. He can do anything with his tails. He can hunt. He can hold his books. He can balance better. No one will get in his way. Once he tried to stand on his tails. He quickly fell but he continues to try. He claims that no matter how long it takes he will make it. He loves to swim as well. When he swims he can paddle with his tails. Sometimes he tells everyone, when they say something he can't do, that he needs a third tail. He imagines what it would be like with a third tail. I could most definitely stand on my tails if I had three. He likes messing with a few delta foxes but most of the time he is nice. He will say, "I have 2 tails so I'm better!" Then they say back, "You just are lonely so you brag!" Then he replies, "Why do you keep putting your excuses in my mouth." Then they are quiet and Bear wanders away.
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