The Gummi Bear ventured from his cave again yesterday, foraging at the Ivy for some lunch. The smoky bear was seen on the sidewalk, comparing his velveteen coat and sweats with a friend's similar look. What's that bear got in his pockets? Probably berries and dead salmon.
The Bear puffed away and did his post-Thanksgiving balloon wobble as he boasted of his Dior sneakers and sensational style. Ah, to be rich and satisfied with oneself, in spite of all one's shortcomings. It's just the bear necessities of life -- that make Gummi so fabulous.
The Bear without a Care
