Smokey Bear

Smokey wasn't like all the other bears. His fur was a little lighter, just half a shade. But in the bear world this was a lot. So all the other bears would tease him and push him over with their little bear noses. Smokey did not like this at all, and every time somebody pushed him over, the little ball of bear rage buried deep inside him would grow just a speck larger. Then one day while foraging for berries by himself, Smokey came upon a very curious thing. It was a metal tank labeled "Flamethrower" with a long hose attached to it and a handle just the right size for his little bear paws. Just then, Boomer bear ran out of the bushes and pushed Smokey into the ground. Smokey got very angry because he hit his little bear head, and he felt that terrible ball of bear rage come to the surface. Smokey decided to see what would happen if he put his little bear paw in the strange handle that was pointing towards Boomer. Instantly, Boomer was a burning pile of bear flesh roasting away in the summer heat. A wave of nearly sexual euphoria washed over him as Boomer bear screamed and screamed for help. In his final throes of death, Boomer fell on top of a big pile of pine needles, setting them ablaze. Soon the forest all around Smokey was on fire, so he ran into the river for shelter. As he looked out at the carnage around him, off in the distance he heard screams coming from bear village. Smokey fell asleep that night on a big rock, dreaming of flames.