Being a bear was great. You could wear a Bears jersey with a fuzzy winter hat and sunglasses and it was totally in style, you could lumber around with a bear pal at your side and not have to make any pesky conversation, and you could even point and growl loudly at one of those upstart polar bears who thought it was okay to steal another bear's territory and try to be all cute about it.

Grr, polar bear. Grr.