The sun through yellow curtains and a rainbow on the wall
Come sit by the fire and snuggle warm, mien kinder. Daddy’s gonna tell a story.
One time , not long ago, there were three bears.
The first bear was Oliver. He was a happy young polar bear who lived in the Central Park Zoo. He was a particularly happy bear because he knew a way out of his enclosure.
So Oliver not only had the cage’s little pond to swim in, and the white steps to climb on, but the whole of Manhattan. He was a discrete bear, not wont to frighten people. So he only wandered about at night, quietly. He loved the rest of Central: Park first of all. He'd play and dive in the reservoir, then climb the old stone tower next to it. It was cool at night, just as Oliver liked it. The spiral stairs were fun to run down. Climbing a tree, he spotted the top of Cleopatra’s needle, and so found the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
From there he explored many buildings in the city. One day he found St. Patrick cathedral. St. John the Divine, and at the top of the island was the loveliest place of all, the Cloisters. Surrounded by gardens so beautiful even a bear adored them. A place of corridors and courtyards. All on top of a hill. Once he found it, he went there often.
If your wondering, and I’m sure you are, such smart children you are, just how Oliver got around to the entire island and still got back by morning, when the Zoo opened?
He did it just the same as you or I would. He took the subway.
At Columbus Circle, Right on the park, was an entrance, the attendant there was named Eric. Completely tolerant of bears he was. At least tolerant of Oliver. Whom he’d known
for years. As I said, Oliver was a discrete bear, and a well behaved one. Eric had no problem looking the other way when Oliver would get on the train, confident that he’d take care not to bother anyone. He reasoned that the NYC subway charges per person, and Oliver wasn’t one, so he didn’t need to pay.
Usually, he rode outside the train, jumping onto the back or between cars.
He even performed a bit of service to the subway. Occasionally snapping up a tunnel rat for a snack, when he was hungry. And the scent of him in the tunnels was enough to keep many more away.
So if your on the A train late at night, you might see a flash of white at the back of the train. Don’t be alarmed. It’s likely just Oliver, off to smell the flowers and climb the towers.
Today's Crimefighters:
He's a jaded guerilla rock star who dotes on his loving old ma. She's a supernatural streetsmart widow with an incredible destiny. They fight crime!
One time , not long ago, there were three bears.
The first bear was Oliver. He was a happy young polar bear who lived in the Central Park Zoo. He was a particularly happy bear because he knew a way out of his enclosure.
So Oliver not only had the cage’s little pond to swim in, and the white steps to climb on, but the whole of Manhattan. He was a discrete bear, not wont to frighten people. So he only wandered about at night, quietly. He loved the rest of Central: Park first of all. He'd play and dive in the reservoir, then climb the old stone tower next to it. It was cool at night, just as Oliver liked it. The spiral stairs were fun to run down. Climbing a tree, he spotted the top of Cleopatra’s needle, and so found the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
From there he explored many buildings in the city. One day he found St. Patrick cathedral. St. John the Divine, and at the top of the island was the loveliest place of all, the Cloisters. Surrounded by gardens so beautiful even a bear adored them. A place of corridors and courtyards. All on top of a hill. Once he found it, he went there often.
If your wondering, and I’m sure you are, such smart children you are, just how Oliver got around to the entire island and still got back by morning, when the Zoo opened?
He did it just the same as you or I would. He took the subway.
At Columbus Circle, Right on the park, was an entrance, the attendant there was named Eric. Completely tolerant of bears he was. At least tolerant of Oliver. Whom he’d known
for years. As I said, Oliver was a discrete bear, and a well behaved one. Eric had no problem looking the other way when Oliver would get on the train, confident that he’d take care not to bother anyone. He reasoned that the NYC subway charges per person, and Oliver wasn’t one, so he didn’t need to pay.
Usually, he rode outside the train, jumping onto the back or between cars.
He even performed a bit of service to the subway. Occasionally snapping up a tunnel rat for a snack, when he was hungry. And the scent of him in the tunnels was enough to keep many more away.
So if your on the A train late at night, you might see a flash of white at the back of the train. Don’t be alarmed. It’s likely just Oliver, off to smell the flowers and climb the towers.
Today's Crimefighters:
He's a jaded guerilla rock star who dotes on his loving old ma. She's a supernatural streetsmart widow with an incredible destiny. They fight crime!