[Junior]

As my vision narrowed down to the window and the bronze halo of hair wreathing her head, my mind kept wandering to those bears.  I'd seen her talking to them -- especially the little one.  I'd once caught a glimpse of him hanging around down on the corner, eyeing the house but quickly trotting away when I approached.  Something was going on.  Something I just couldn't put my finger on...

[Gumlegs]

Oh, that "little" one. Used his size like a club, he did. Always trying to get sympathy from women. And the crazy thing was, it usually worked. "Oh, isn't he cute?" "Don't you just want to pet him?" He ate it up like honey on a salmon, which I'm told bears would really eat up if they could find the combination in nature. Not that this one would bother looking. He made his living through flattery, back rubs, and those bottles of Clairol he'd smuggle into the house from time to time.

"Goldilocks," my foot. "Pyritelocks" was more like it.