Tasha-bear used her humanoid paw to open the door to the bingo hall and entered.
'Twas filled with gamblin' Eskimos munching on such treats as Blubber on a Stick and Seal Jerky.
All eyes turned to espy Tasha-bear: a tumult followed as the flight portion of fight or flight kicked in.
Tasha-bear had a field day swatting at and devouring several Bingo addicts; when the hall was empty and her belly full she squatted and laid a smelly, nasty load for the ages on the floor of the Bingo hall.
She noticed something unusual in her huge pile of scat: a hideous handbag.
She was oddly attracted to it, with its colorful image of an Axolotl: she took it with her as she exited the hall and veered, sated, toward the sea.
But something new was percolating in her ursine noggin.
Tasha-bear saw images of palm trees, Cubans and Church's chicken dancing in her mind: an amorphous yet compelling plan began to form.
Tasha-bear, hideous hand bag in hand, snuck aboard the next train out of Polar bear town, headed south.
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