It was an unnervingly hot day, despite the fact that it was just the begging of spring, and the sun was ever so slightly gracing the horizon. Mr. Bear turned over, being awoken by the sunlight, and opened his eyes in dazed confusion. He slowly became completely conscious, and with realization that it was morning, he got up on all four furry brown paws, and slowly walked over to his love, Julie. He tried to wake her up nicely, by just rubbing his unusually cold nose on her blushing pink cheeks. This was the only way to wake her from slumber, due to the fact that she could not speak bear, and he could not speak English. Julie allowed her bright blue eyes to casually open, and then snuggled into Mr. Bear's soft, luscious fur. Mr. Bear then decided it was the appropriate time. Julie got eaten by Mr. Bear. And then she came her brains out.
Mr. Bear tried to stop before it was too late, but he just couldn't resist. Julie was now dead, and her brains and cum covered the cove's walls. Mr. Bear didn't know what to do. He was so devastated and was full of rage, towards himself for causing the death of Julie through pleasuring her.
He mourned for her loss and grieved and after long, he decided he would leave the still sticky walls of the cove, and head out into the woods, bringing along his 12 pack of cold beer.
Mr. Bear drank and he drank, and drank some more, until he was so wasted he thought his fur was actually just a rug covering his bare skin. He was in such a daze that he stumbled into the pasture.
Through the haziness, he could faintly see how beautiful the pasture really was. The only time he'd ever been here was when he met Julie, but now she was gone and he was looking at the pasture in a whole different light. It was gorgeous, the way the sun, covering the whole clear blue sky now, shined upon the short, stubbly grass. It reminded him much of Julie's vag. He admired the blooming purple flowers, with the small pecks of yellow in the center, and the big oak trees that seemed so empowering, as if they could touch the sky.
Then he saw it.
He saw an animal, small compared to his size, gallop across the field, precisely and gracefully. He was completely awestruck. He stood frozen, wide-eyed, and glared at the animal's beauty.
That's when the animal slowly turned his head, his eyes catching Mr. Bears hazel ones.
The animal decided to gallop his way over to Mr. Bear, then proceeded to do a few clicks into the bare ground with his hoof, symbolizing that his name was Mr. Goat.
Mr. Bear looked in shocked. He could not love a boy goat. Sure, it would be mighty fine if it was a girl goat, but Mr. Bear always thought that he was more attracted to the ladies. It seemed as if Mr. Bear's fur brought not only the girls to the yard now, but also the boys.
He came to the conclusion that it should not matter the gender of this goat, partially because of the alcohol, partially because of the goat's firm hoofs.
Mr. Bear stumbled closer to Mr. Goat, coming so close that they're fur was within reaching distance.
Mr. Goat clicked more clicks into the ground, his clicks symbolizing that they should get it on behind the barn.
Mr. Bear did not argue, and he did not ask any questions. He just followed Mr. Goat along until the reached the back of the rusty old barn.
Mr. Bear was nervous, but he got up the courage.
He slowly and gently, trying not to harm Mr. Goat, brushed their fur together.
Their fur combined so nicely, that Mr. Goat came so hard that his milk turned to cheese.
Mr. Goat could not handle the pressure of the cheese forming, so his body calmly shut down, and willed him to an eternal sleep.
Mr. Bear saw it all happen, with his shining hazel eyes, and ate Mr. Goat's poisonous cheese, so that he would be forever with Mr. Goat.