The Black Bears

Troy: “What’s down there, dada?”
Me: “That’s where the bears live.”
Troy: “There’s bears down there?! For real life?”
Me: “Sure. Black bears.”
Troy: “So, can we go down there and see them?!”
Me: “No.”
Troy: “Why not?”
Me: “Because I don’t feel like getting eaten by a black bear today.”
Troy: “Why would they eat you?”
Me: “Because black bears find me particularly tasty.”
Troy: “Why?”
Me: “Who knows? Maybe it’s because I ate their porridge, or sat in their chair, or slept in their bed. All I know is that now they have it out for me. They even wrote a book about it.”
Troy: “They did?! What’s it called?”
Me: “Goldiknotts and the three bears.”
Troy: “That’s not the name of it, dada!”