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A meeting of the Ursine Protective League

Published 16 September 2007 in the Denver Post.
Copyright ©2007 by Ed Quillen. All rights reserved.

Big Alpha Boar called to order the emergency meeting of the Colorado chapter of the Ursine Protective League in a secluded hollow near the center of the state. This area had once been the favored haunt of Old Mose, Colorado's largest grizzly. But all bruins present were black bears, although their hues actually ranged from tan to sable.

They were grouchy. Elder Sow spoke up. We need to be out eating this time of year to store up fat for the winter, rather than dropping everything to come to some silly meeting.

Big Alpha waved his paws at two cubs, who bounced away and then came back pulling bags and boxes with their teeth. Little Dingbat Bear here, Big Alpha explained, did something stupid that turned out well. She didn't look both ways before crossing the highway while it was raining. A human food truck headed to stock a convenience store and some rural taverns saw her, swerved and rolled off the road. The driver walked away to get some help, and we helped the environment by cleaning up the spill.

At the sight of millions of calories in the form of Hostess Twinkies, Slim Jims, jerky bars, cracker concoctions, jelly-filled pastries, Little Debbie snacks and the like, the gathering settled down, chomping away until Big Alpha returned to business.

We have an increasing number of problem humans this year, Big Alpha said, and we need a strategy to cope with them.

Boo-Boo, who had grown into a respected adviser after his child-star days as a comic foil to the late Yogi, provided background. We started with the three-strike rule. When humans first invaded and did foolish things like leaving out pet food, bird feeders and tasty garbage, we gave them two warnings. We'd trash the place, ingest one of their little poodles or schnauzers, tear up an SUV, that sort of thing, all in the hope that they would learn from this and relocate to some place where they wouldn't bother us again. But they hardly ever relocate.

An interruption came from Cindy, who had foraged with Boo-Boo and Yogi back in the day. I don't know about you guys, but for me with my missing teeth and broken claws, these humans are pretty hard to euthanize when they don't learn their lessons and the third strike comes. Besides, this is Colorado, the skinniest state in the Union, and most of these problem humans are just gristle and bones and not worth the trouble.

Most of the other bears agreed with her. We've got to do something, though, one husky young boar said. They keep moving into our territory, and after that late spring frost that zapped our berry crop, where are we supposed to find food?

That's peculiar, though, said Peeping Tom Bear, esteemed for his ability to spy on the human intruders. I keep overhearing them, especially around Vail and Aspen, talking about something called 'Global Warming.' If that's happening, why the late frost?

The other bears were mystified, but pressed Tom for more intelligence. He complied. They sometimes tell their cubs a story about a little human sow named Goldilocks who breaks into our dens and eats all our food. How can they be mad at us for doing the same thing?

And look at the public service we did in Aspen, cleaning up those downtown crabapples that no human would eat, a sow commented. You'd think they'd be grateful and invite us back. My gorgeous little cubs are quite the tourist attraction, too.

Cinnamon, a powerful sow who looked younger than her years, suggested that more bruins join her in the Pikes Peak area. We had a good rainy summer, she said, so there's lots of forage. Plus, humans seem to respect us there.

A growling chorus of Why's that? prompted her to continue. They have some powerful preachers around Colorado Springs, she said, and one of them used 2 Kings 23-34 for a sermon. You know, the account of how the human cubs made fun of Elisha the prophet for being bald, and 'He turned around, and looked on them, and cursed down them in the name of the Lord. And there came forth two she-bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two children of them.'

So they're teaching that we bears are actually divine agents put here to maul the wicked? Big Alpha asked. Cinnamon nodded.

Big Alpha brought the meeting to a conclusion. Let's get the word out. We've tried every other way to deal with these problem humans. Maybe some good old-time religion will work.


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