About 3 months ago, in our central park, I met Mr. Bear.
He walked very slowly in front of me.
His elegant manners caught my eyes, so I called him, said hello to him, and took a photo for him.
In my camera lens, his eyes were full of confusion, as I was an interrupter of his walking.
He looked at me with an impatient face.
"Hey lady, why focus on me? I' m going to bedroom. I' m tired."
"Ah, excuse me, Mr. Bear, I just want to make friends with you."
"Well, I suppose that you can speak bear language?"
"Errrr....exactlly, I don' t know any bear language, but I can speak English."
"So what? I don' t think English is better than bear language. Until you can speak fluent bear language, I won't take you into my consider."
After these words, Mr. Bear went away, even without any hair left, leaving me alone in the blowing wind.
From then on, I' ve never seen Mr Bear again. He seems disapeared from my world.
Dear Mr. Bear,
where are you now?
Are you fine?
Are you exhausted?
Are you hungry?
Are you sleepy?
If you are OK, please give me a phone call.
If you are free, please give me a message.
Because I miss you deeply.
Tomorrow will rain, take care of yourself.