Okay, so this one is far more the side of pointless whimsy than emotion and meaning, but sometimes you just gotta go with the flow…
”A Good Nap, Ruined”
The meal was exactly what he wanted…what he needed. Oh, it had been far too much work to get it all ready — not to mention the godawful mess it had left that he was pretty sure would never come clean — but sometimes you just had to spoil yourself. Others he knew, they preferred to always eat what was neat and easy, but where was the fun and satisfaction in that?
A nap, he wanted. An hour or two just to let the summer sun and that big meal work their magic on him. There had been a lot of walking that morning; a lot of clambering over downed trees, a lot of hills and valleys, a lot of wandering and exploring in that special place.
His nap, however, just would not come. There was too much noise, too much activity. What the hell happening over there? Naps were the best part of the day, and now his was being ruined by the thoughtless and careless.
A stretch and a curse, then, and a pause for a last bite from the scattered remains of his lunch, then he began to walk, and to investigate.
Shit, more noise…yelling and chaos, now.
Drowsiness turned to irritation, and to impatience, and he began to yell at the rude bastards who wouldn’t let him relax, who wouldn’t afford him the simple courtesy of some peace and quiet.
The one in the flowered dress — the big one who looked so soft and sweet — turned to the one next to her, asked, “Can’t you stop him eating that? It was just a baby!”
The other, the one in green, just shook his head, even as he continued to stare, “Bears have to eat, too.”