by Uncle Amon
eating his favorite food, honey.
“Oh how much I love eating honey!” exclaimed Georgie, snoring happily, while dreaming that he had found a huge beehive full of the rich, golden liquid.
Georgie was dreaming about honey so much that his poor tummy was starting to rumble. It was rumbling so much that it actually woke him up.
“Oh dear,” said Georgie, hearing the rumbling of his tummy. “I was dreaming of eating honey and now I have made myself hungry. I need some honey to eat.”
Georgie looked all through his den and there was not a drop of honey in sight.
“What am I going to do?” asked Georgie. “I need honey!”
Normally Georgie would be nice and warm and asleep but his craving for honey was driving him insane. It was driving him so insane that he was started to get cold and very, very hungry.
“I need honey,” said Georgie.
Georgie stepped outside of his den and he was very disappointed to find that the ground was covered in about six feet of snow. It was also pretty cold outside.
Georgie stepped back into his cave and he was shivering. He tried to lie down in his bed and go back to sleep. He sang himself a lullaby, told himself a story and started counting sheep. The sheep were turning into jars of honey and he just couldn’t fall back to sleep.
“Wait a minute!” exclaimed Georgie. “They just built a grocery store out on the highway. It must have some honey!”
Georgie took out his piggy bank and he put all of the money he owned into his pocket. He ventured out and walked over toward the highway. He was very careful not to get in the way of any cars.
Georgie walked into the grocery store and even though he didn’t know what aisle the honey was in and even though the honey was in jars, he was able to sniff it out. He bought as many jars of honey as he could and he didn’t even wait to go back to his den to eat it. He sat in the middle of the grocery store and ate every jar of honey that he bought.
Once Georgie had his fill of honey, he went back to his den. He was surprised at how warm and cozy he was again and how fast he fell back to sleep. The next winter, Georgie promised himself that he would store a few jars of honey in his den so that if he did have a craving for it he could just get up and eat some and then go back to sleep.
Georgie Had a Nightmare
Georgie, the Warm Bear, was inside his den. He was nice and cozy and warm. He was sound asleep. He was in the middle of his winter hibernation. He started to have a dream and it started off as a really good dream too.
In Georgie’s dream he was sitting in the middle of a field. It was in the middle of summer and he was very, very warm. He had just finished eating a big pot of honey that he had found behind a big oak tree. He was very full and he was very comfortable.
Georgie was resting his tummy for a minute before he walked back to his den. He rested up against a tree and while he was resting, he heard a loud buzzing sound.
Georgie had heard that loud buzzing sound before and at first he thought it might have been a logger with a chainsaw. The buzzing kept getting louder and louder and he knew that buzzing was not coming from a chainsaw. He knew that buzzing he heard was coming from a swarm of bees.
“Bees!” exclaimed Georgie in his dream, which was now beginning to turn into a nightmare.
Instinctively, the first thing Georgie did was swat at himself but then he realized there were no bees around him yet. He quickly got up from where he was sitting and he ran with all his might until he was at the edge of the clearing.
He was out of breath and he wanted to rest but he saw a swarm of bees coming straight for him.
“I don’t know why you are chasing me!” exclaimed Georgie. “I didn’t do anything to deserve this!”
“You stole our pot of honey,” said one of the bees angrily. “You ate the whole thing too.”
“Now look,” said Georgie. “I swear to you that I did not steal that pot of honey. I found it sitting behind the big oak tree.”
“Yes,” said the bee. “We know you found it. We know you ate every drop of it. We know you stole it.”
“Look,” said Georgie, trying to make the bees understand that he didn’t steal it. “I am a bear and what do you think a bear is going to do when he finds a pot of honey sitting behind a big oak tree. Now, sure, I know I shouldn’t have eaten it but I was starving and that honey did taste so good.”
The bees stopped and thought about what Georgie had just said. They did feel that perhaps Georgie was right. Perhaps he didn’t steal the pot of honey after all. However, they did know that he should have asked for their permission before he ate it.
“Okay,” said the bees. “We understand you are a bear and perhaps you didn’t steal the pot of honey but we do think you should have asked us for our permission before you ate it.”
“Yes,” said Georgie, very relieved that his “nightmare” was over. “You are correct. I promise I will ask for your permission before I eat any more of your honey.”
Georgie learned his lesson: Do not take from others without their permission!
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Funny Jokes
Q: How did Georgie catch a fish without a fishing pole?
A: With his bear hands!
Q: What do you call a bear with no ears?
A: B!
Q: Why does Georgie have a fur coat?
A: Because he would look silly in a rain jacket!
Q: What color socks does Georgie wear?
A: None! He has bear feet.
Q: How does Georgie stay cool in the summer?
A: He has bear conditioning!
Q: How does Georgie stop a movie?
A: He hits the paws button!
Q: What do you call a big, scary bear with earplugs in each ear?
A: Anything you want to because he can’t hear you!
Q: What do you call a bear that has no teeth?
A: Gummy bear!
Q: What does Georgie call his lady friends?
A: Honey!
Q: What did Georgie buy at the supermarket?
A: Just the bear necessities!
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