
Dinner time kids. Come and get it. |

Let's see... last time we had BBQ scrapings on the left for the first course |

So let's go with the garbage side for with the main course this time |

But how am I going to lift this lid while I am standing on it?? |

Hmmmm A human! ...FRESH MEAT! That beats three day old rotten scraps. |

Let's see. A little push on this window might do the trick. |

That didn't work. Now where are my cubs when I need them? |

Guess I had better go get them to help me. The last I saw them they were
dragging
some old bag of potato peelings up into the woods. They never listen too
me about
staying close. |

Wait! Another human. But his one is acting weird. |
 Now is he
waving at me to come or go? I can't figure out these humans. |
 Guess I'll
go down and check it out again. Maybe all that whooping and hollering at me
is his way of being friendly |
On
closer inspection I think this guy is just NUTS. I'll come back later
where there is not so much racket. |
 I'll
just leave my calling card so that these humans know we've been here.
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Every
year more security is added. A new side, a heavyer top, metal bars for
the front, reinforced sides, double lock. It weighs so much now, if the
bear COULD nock it over, I would not be able to pick it back up.
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Mamma bear
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Baby bear
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