Leo was sitting on the grass in Central park, in front of the enclosure of a polar bear. He gazed at the poor, pleading eyes of the starved bear with meaning. It just looked so pathetic, staring back into Leo's eyes with as much meaning and self-pity. Now Leo, being the good at heart person that he was, wanted to do something to help it. (Reality check: The polar bear was anything but starved and disappointed, and was completely ignoring Leo as he was looking at it with pity).
As Leo tore his eyes away from the bear after much self-persuasion, he happened to look over at the penguin enclosure and couldn't help but notice the bucket of raw fish placed just outside it. He looked at the "starved" bear and then at the bucket, then at the bear again, and then back to the bucket. This kept happening when he finally got up, went up to the bucket, picked it up with much difficulty, and then brought it back to the bear.
Leo held up the bucket and went closer to the bear, still outside the enclosure, completely ignoring the huge board outside the enclosure that read YOU FEED BEAR, YOU DIE. Apparently the classic "Do not feed animals" had become too mainstream.
Leo brought out one fish from the bucket, shot a disgusted glance at the disgusting thing, called out to the bear, and then threw the fish towards it, feeling a sense of pride.
The bear looked at the fish, slowly stalked towards it, looked up at Leo, smelled it, and then went mad. MAD! Mad to the point it was almost psychotic. It stood up on its hind legs and roared (or whatever it is that bears do) so loudly it might've woken the dead. It then roared some more, and then came down so that it was standing on all four limbs. Leo, who was just leaning on the railing of the enclosure, stood still, very still…..wasn't that what you were supposed to do when a bear attempted to attack you? Not in this situation.
The bear came up to him and stood on the other side of the railing, facing Leo and growling softly. Well, not that softly. It placed both of its hands, or forelimbs in this matter, on the railing, standing on its hind legs again, only this time, because of its proximity, it was huge.
It towered over Leo and roared louder than it had the last time. It then lowered itself till its face was in line with Leo's, then came closer, opened its huge jaw and roared, spitting in Leo's face.
"What are you doing, you nincompoop," whoever spoke pronounced nincompoop like neen – com – pop. "RUN!"
Leo didn't need to be told twice. He lifted his feet and ran. Ran till he thought he was far enough. Ran like the wind. Ran so much he thought he'd reached the end of the world. As he looked back at the enclosure he realized he'd come ten feet away from it.
Panting, he turned to face the man who'd saved his life. It was a zookeeper. "Don't you read sign! You feed bear, you die! Polar bear don't eat that feesh! Polar bear hate that feesh! Only penguin eat that feesh! Polar bear get very angry when you geeve him penguin feesh! Very angry!" He spoke with an accent. But Leo, having no knowledge of accents, or anything really, couldn't guess which one it was.
"You don't say." Said Leo. "And it's nincompoop, you neencompop!" And just like that, he walked away, leaving an enraged man and an even more enraged bear behind.
Behind him, the man sighed with exasperation, "Whatever your name is!"
A/N: Hey guys! I'm back! Sorry I haven't updated in a while! So, yeah...don't have much to say, really. Hope you like this chapter! Thanks for reading! Yeah, see ya soon!