The jam jar remained a jam jar.
The Bear looked at the chaotic, noisy, impossible little girl. He looked at the dent in his woodpile, the stolen honey dipper in her pocket, and the dandelion seeds now floating through his clean kitchen. Masha e o Urso
The Bear, a retired circus heavyweight with kind, weary eyes, lowered his newspaper. The quiet was perfect. The honey in his paw was golden. The world was still. The jam jar remained a jam jar
The Bear blinked. Doing nothing was his specialty. a retired circus heavyweight with kind