Me: (Opening backdoor letting the dogs in while stepping outside and closing the door.)
Bear: No!!!! Mom!!! You can't be out there alone!!!!
Bear: You're gonna get eaten!
Betsy: Eaten? By what, the squirrel?
Bear: Mom!!!!!! We have to protect you!!!! (Scratches frantically at door)
Me: (Picking up small log of wood)
Bear: My chew TOY!!!!
Me: My firewood! (putting log back on wood pile)
Bear: Ugh Mother! It's bad enough you move my stuff in the house!
Me: (Picks up flat hedgehog and surrounding white fluff)
Bear: Wait! Mom, what are you going to do with that?
Me: Throw it away.
Bear: Mom! You can't, it's my favorite! I love it, I won't be happy without it!
Me: (Dropping toy remains in trash) I suspect you will survive.
Bear: No!!!! My Favorite toy!!!!
Tramp: Please tell me you are coming back in soon so we don't have to deal with him alone….