My beary trustworthy nose smelled something… fishy.  I followed the scent and saw Uncle Tibbs in the kitchen.  He was wearing an apron.

And in front of him were two large fish.  As a fish expert, I took one glance at the fish and knew they were porgy fish.  It wasn’t salmon, but fish is fish nonetheless and they are all beary tasty!

“We’re having fish tonight!” he said.
Then with a sudden CHOP, Chef Tibbs sliced the fish with a big knife (recommend that only adult bears and adult non-bears use knives).
Mmm, I’m getting hungry.  Are you having fish for dinner?

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